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My thanks to all who have given me feedback on previous stories, and who have begged and demanded more.

Here it is.

Thank you to my editors. I could not have done it without you! CAUTION– this story is suspected to have put at least one of my editors in a coma. Yeah, it was too hot for him to handle. Hopefully it is hot enough for YOU! As always, I welcome your comments and feedback.

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I walked down the ramp in the airport, feeling woozy and a bit disoriented. I barely knew where I was, and this was not my normal stop, but I had been persuaded to stop here by an acquaintance I had met on Literotica. We had met when he had offered feedback on one of my pieces, and had quickly become friends, finding that we shared many of the same views and key values. I had arranged this layover so that we could have a, well, a lay over.

I thought about what I was doing for about the fortieth time as I headed toward baggage claim, intending to catch a taxi to my hotel and freshen up before calling him to let him know I was in the area. I was concerned that I would not be who he expected, that my clothing or appearance would be found less than satisfactory, or, worst of all, that we would be sexually incompatible and would find nothing to do but twiddle our thumbs all weekend. That was almost unthinkable.

I was still woozy from the early morning flight, so when I bumped into a wall of male muscle I didn’t even flirt, as is my norm. I merely excused myself and started to walk around him. He, however, moved the same direction I did. We did the same thing a third time. At this point, I raised my tired eyes to his face, intending to make my usual quip.

“Shall we dance– RANDY?!”

“I was wondering when I was going to see those pretty eyes.”

“These eyes are TIRED.” I shook my head. “Isn’t there a song about that? I had to be up at 3:00 this morning to get the dog boarded and– how did you know when I would be here?”

“Only one flight in from Oakland today, Babe.”

He took my carry on from my shoulder and hugged me firmly. I felt his gorgeous body rub up against mine as we embraced and all tiredness left my body, being replaced by lust. I looked at him and saw an answering lust in his eyes.

“I don’t suppose I can just abandon my luggage here and we can just take off for the hotel now, can we?”

“I don’t suppose we can.”

“They do tend to frown on that. And considering the number of skimpy little frilly things I have packed I don’t think I want them pawing through it, either.”

“Skimpy little . . . Can we have a fashion show?”

I could see Randy’s mouth water and the bulge in his jeans grew noticeably larger as we walked toward the baggage claim area, where we retrieved my excess luggage, then headed for his car.

We got the luggage loaded and he politely held the door for me to get in.

As I passed him, I rewarded his consideration by reaching up and giving him a long, hot kiss. “Thank you,” I breathed in his ear, as we finished our embrace.

“I’m sorry?”

“That was a ‘thank you’ for being a gentleman and opening my car door for me. I didn’t have the chance til now to see if you were the type, and I am VERY pleased. I promise that you will be, too.”

“Oh. You are welcome, I guess. Thanks for not getting all women’s lib on me and telling me that you can open your own doors.”

“I’m fully aware that I can. It’s just really nice when I don’t have to.”

I kissed him again, and then got in the car. He shut me in, gently, and then walked around to his own side and got in.

He quickly maneuvered the car onto the freeway and I asked him if he knew where he was going. He replied with the name of my hotel. I was suitably impressed.

I placed my hand on his thigh as we talked, gently rubbing his thigh through his jeans. Very shortly, I moved my hand Northward until I was brushing against his erect cock. With my other hand, I unbuttoned my blouse to show him my lace bra that was so brief that my nipples peeked out of the top. A passing trucker glanced down at me and honked his horn in appreciation. I smiled and waved at him, then turned back to Randy’s cock.

“Now this is JUST a pity. Who would take a gorgeous piece of meat like this and cage it up in these tight jeans like this? How can it possibly breathe?” I unzipped his fly and extricated his cock as I talked. “See? Isn’t that better?”

I stroked his cock slowly, and he groaned. “Are you trying to kill us? We are going eighty here and you are playing with my dick. Renee?” The last word came out as a squeak, as I kneeled on my seat, which caused my tits to fall out of my bra, and lowered my head onto his cock. “Oh, GOD,” he moaned. “What will you do if we get pulled over?”

I reluctantly pulled my mouth from his hard dick to reply.

“I think I might offer the Officer the same treatment. Unless it was a woman, in which case, I might offer her a taste of you.”

I returned to my tasty treat, and Randy returned to driving, though I noticed he slowed down to just below the speed limit, and he fondled my tits with his free hand. I licked and sucked at his cock, but I had no desire to have him cum at this Ümraniye Escort time . . . this was just the appetizer.

When we got off the freeway, I stopped my attentions to Randy’s cock so that he would be ready to leave the car when we reached the hotel. He stuffed his still erect cock in his jeans only a stoplight before we arrived, and when we reached the Valet parking my hand was back in his lap, stroking him through his jeans. We exited the car, checked in, and were escorted to the Penthouse suite I had reserved for our tryst. I wanted only the best for this weekend. At last, we were alone.

We took a brief tour of the suite, noting the hot tub in front of the windows, and talking about the ways we intended to use it.

The bathroom was an ode to decadence, and I felt greatly in need of a shower after my flight, so we started our weekend there.

I turned on the shower, and the jets sprayed from top to bottom, from two different directions. There was also a waterfall showerhead big enough for both of us to stand under. The jets would massage all kinds of erotic places, and it would be a truly decadent experience.

It was big enough to fit four, but two athletically inclined people were going to have a really good time in there, I just knew it. I quickly shed my blouse and skirt, leaving me in my red lace bra and matching panties. Randy took one look at the panties, which revealed almost as much as they hid of my smooth skin, and made the most of my ass points, and shook his head teasingly, since he knew that I normally go without.

“What?” I replied, to his look. “I have to wear them on plane trips or I have a tendency to get in trouble. The panties help me remember to keep my legs together, as it were.”

I walked toward him and helped him undress, stepping back when he was nude to admire his body. He pulled me into him for another hot kiss, and unsnapped my bra while he was there. I shimmied out of my panties, grabbed shower gel, a waterproof vibrator and shampoo and conditioner from my bag of tricks, and led him into the shower by his erect cock.

I stepped into the hot water and it was like paradise. It was as if we had stepped under a waterfall, only it was warm.

We slid together, kissing and fondling each other, enjoying the wet heat of the shower. I turned around and applied some of my shower gel to my fingertips, then began to wash Randy’s skin. The suds made him slippery, and the spicy scent was very enticing. He reached around behind me to squeeze some out on his hands, and began to rub some on my breasts, then my belly, and then he began to finger my pussy with soap lubricated fingers.

He avoided my clit at first, massaging the lips of my pussy before delving deeper to find my erect bud. He thrust two fingers into my wet pussy, and I arched against him, my hands moving to his cock, where they began swiftly moving, lubricated by the shower gel that had oil as one of its main ingredients. It is good for your skin as well as a great lube in the shower. Randy turned me around, saying it was time to wash my back. He grabbed the soap and squirted another good sized amount in his hand, then began massaging my back muscles, working his way down my back until he cupped my ass cheeks in his hands. He massaged my ass, slowly inserting one finger into my little rosebud, at which I exploded in an orgasm, the spasms causing my sphincter to contract around his finger and suck it inside me. He switched the vibrator for his finger and turned it on, causing waves of pleasure to continue to wash over me as my ass vibrated wildly.

He then pushed me over so I was leaning against the wall and slowly inserted his hard cock into my now sopping pussy. He reached under me to massage my clit, and began to thrust, ever so slowly. I could feel every centimeter of his cock as it slid into my pussy, the head, the veins, every detail felt like it was larger than life in my sensitized pussy as he slowly moved his cock in it.

I was pushed up against the wall, water streaming in my face, and the sensations were very intense. It was like being underwater, but I could breathe. And the feelings I was having as Randy reamed my pussy were some of the best ever. He had tucked one arm under my waist to hold me in place, and I could feel his cock almost touch his arm every time he stroked. His attentions to my clit were growing faster and faster, and I was cumming extremely hard. Randy increased his pace and used his free hand to fondle and twist my nipples, as I felt his balls slapping against my clit instead. I threw my head back, and he bit my shoulder, something he knew I liked. With every stroke, he stimulated the vibrator in my ass, and the triple stimulation was making me want to come apart in his arms. I was cumming like crazy.

I felt his balls start to tighten and I did my best to thrust back against him, but he was still holding me by the waist, holding me still so that he had the power.

He rammed against me several times in quick succession, and then I felt him unload inside me, shooting off hot sperm to hit my cervix. The feeling caused me to cum again, milking the remaining cum from Ümraniye Escort his cock.

He pulled his cock from my pussy and the vibrator from my ass and I turned around to kiss him passionately. The hot water rolled off our bodies as we continued washing each other, making sure to get every nook and cranny.

Randy did something that I had not expected, then. He washed my hair. He carefully soaped it, then conditioned it, massaging my scalp with the shampoo in it. I asked him why he did it, but he just shrugged and said he wanted to.

We stepped out of the shower into a steam filled bathroom. I had forgotten to turn on the fan, and the billowing steam obscured every mirror. I picked up a towel from one of the heated racks and started to dry Randy’s beautiful body, enjoying the view of every inch of it. He took another of the towels and began to dry my hair, wringing out the worst of the water before toweling it a bit. Finally, he fashioned the towel into a sort of turban and moved on to the rest of my body. I had finished toweling him off and handed him one of the hotel robes hanging on the back of the door. When he had finished drying my skin and I had put on a robe as well, we walked out to the living room.

“I don’t know about you, but I am starving. Why don’t you order something from Room Service?”

Randy smiled and reached for the phone. I heard him ordering a nice lunch as I went into my bedroom to unpack a few things for the weekend. I had a few surprises up my sleeve for him . . .

When the doorbell chimed, Randy got it, still wrapped in the hotel robe. He instructed the waitress on how to set up the food, and she was doing so when I came out of the bedroom.

I was dressed (if you can call it that) in one of the outfits I had tantalized Randy with earlier. It was a red and black teddy with matching thong. There was plenty of lace, and it was all nearly transparent. In addition, I had on black thigh high hose and stiletto heels. I had managed to dry my hair, and it fell in loose waves around my face.

“Close your mouth, Randy,” I smiled. I then continued over to where our waitress was setting up. “Betty,” I said, reading her name tag, “what do you think of Randy here?” I motioned toward him. “Isn’t he one of the finest specimens of masculinity that you have ever seen?”

“Yes, Ma’am, he is,” replied Betty.

I looked at her, admiring her dark eyes and long black hair. She had a trim figure and small tits that just begged for attention.

I walked over to where Randy was standing and I untied and opened his robe to show that he was, once again, erect.

“Well, Betty, what do you think? Would you like to have part of this lovely hunk of man?” She nodded, excitement shining in her eyes. “Well, lets have at him! He’s willing and God knows, I’m ready . . . , are you?”

Betty’s response was to remove her shirt and pants, revealing a white lace bra and underpants. The white lace contrasted against her brown skin very well, and she looked even more beautiful without her uniform on.

Randy looked at me over the top of her head, and I smiled at him, nodding my approval. At that, he allowed Betty to bear him backward onto the couch, where I took off her panties to find that her muff was well trimmed. I told her to sit on the couch and Randy began feasting on her pretty pussy while I watched the action with interest. He was eager, and enjoyed his feast, but not so eager as to rush things for Betty. He lapped at her pussy, then inserted a finger into her, making her moan with pleasure. When she came, she made little squeals of pleasure that reminded me of a bird.

I moved to the couch beside her and removed her bra, suckling on her breasts in order to bring her the utmost in pleasure. Randy saw what I was doing and groaned at the sight of my rosy lips on her brown skin. He was now using both hands to finger fuck Betty; one in her pussy and one in her ass, and she was crying out in orgasm almost constantly. I wished that it was I in her place, but knew that my time would come later.

I then asked Betty if she wanted him to fuck her. She replied that she did, but asked if she could please eat me while he did?

Randy and I looked at each other in surprise. What were the chances that we would find a woman this eager for shared pleasure as our waitress for Room Service?

Betty lay back on the couch and Randy entered her slowly. I sat on her face, and she grabbed my waist and moved my thong aside so that she could have easy access to my pussy. She started sucking at my pussy lips as Randy started thrusting into her, harder and harder. He leaned down and took one of my tits into his mouth, sucking and biting it.

This dual sensation sent me through the roof, and I creamed on Betty’s face. She moaned as I did, and Randy, feeling her tighten around his cock, sucked harder at my tits. He was fucking Betty hard and fast, now, and as he pounded into her her face moved on my pussy, causing me to cum and cum . . .

We were all three lost in our pleasure as Betty and I came multiple times. Finally Randy convulsed inside Betty, shooting his hot sperm into her cunt. He Escort Ümraniye gave one last thrust and pulled out, kissing me on the mouth as he did. Betty’s swirling tongue slowly came to a stop as she realized that the fun was over. She thrust it at my clit one last time, and I came again, surprising both of us. I dismounted and we helped her sit up.

I walked over to the table and gave Betty a sizeable tip, then offered her a shower. “No thanks, I just need to wash my face. This way I will be nice and wet when I get home to my boyfriend tonight.”

“Well, I hope that we get you as our waitress again this weekend.”

Betty explained that she was about to go off shift for the weekend, but that she would pass our preferences on to a friend who would love to take care of us.

“Sounds great. We will look forward to meeting her. You have a great weekend!” I hugged her, Randy kissed her, and she was out the door, ready for whatever the next room had in store.

We ate lunch, then laid down for a nap.

I awoke a few hours later to find that we had shifted positions in our sleep. Randy’s robe had parted at the waist and my silky, hose clad leg was thrust between his, rubbing against his scrotum. Our breaths mingled, our faces were so close, and I was held gently in his arms.

I reached back into the bedside drawer where I had placed a variety of toys earlier. Trying not to wake him, I got out one of my toys, and then parted his robe further to give me access to his flaccid cock. I then took him into my mouth, wanting to wake him in the best way possible.

I knew the moment he awoke, because his cock immediately sprung to attention in my hungry mouth. I continued to pump his cock in and out of my mouth and throat until I was satisfied that he truly could not get any harder. Even then, I could hardly bear to tear my mouth away from him. He tasted so good. Finally, I did release him from my mouth and gently slipped a jelly cock ring with spikes on the outside for my pleasure and a vibrator for both our pleasures on Randy’s erection. Of course, it gently constricted around his cock, holding the blood in and the erection firm.

I smiled at him and then watched his expression of extreme pleasure turn to one of shock as I placed handcuffs on his hands and a blindfold on his eyes. His legs I left unrestricted.

“What the . . . “

“Shhhh, Baby. It’s time for you to be the receiver of pleasure. Just lie back and relax and concentrate on how each sensation FEELS.” I had turned the cock ring on before placing it on him, so I was sure he was feeling the slight constriction of the cock ring and the vibration meant to up his pleasure receptors.

I took out my bag of tricks and retrieved a peacock feather. I gently caressed his body with the feather, tracing his erogenous zones, finally running it up and down his penis and balls, then down his legs to his feet.

Then I took out a pair of leather gloves. I massaged his skin with them, the soft leather gliding across his skin, growing warmer as the friction of his body heated it, but still staying cooler than body temperature.

As I used each item, I asked him to identify it. He identified the peacock feather (well, a feather was close enough) and leather gloves easily, but the next item had him stumped for a good long time.

I rubbed his body with silk gloves, sending the warm silk over every nook and cranny before finally running it over his cock and balls. My next tool was velvet. The soft gloves were much easier for him to identify, and he strained at his bonds as I spent a long time running my fingers up and down his tingling cock.

My last pair of gloves were suede, and again, he guessed them quite easily. I rubbed his cock with them for a good long time before kneeling over him and rubbing his rod into my wet slit, teasing my clit with the tip of his cock before ever so slowly lowering myself on his straining rod.

The cock ring was in just the perfect place to massage my clit while I moved myself up and down on his straining rod. He tried to free his hands so he could adjust my pace, but he was tightly bound to the bed. I slowly began to build up speed, bouncing on his cock, grinding my clit into him with every stroke and thoroughly enjoying myself. Finally I ripped the blindfold off. I wanted him to see what came next.

I slowly turned around and applied some KY tingling lube to my ass, then to his cock, making sure to get the whole thing coated, and then I sat on his cock again, but this time I inserted his hard cock into my tight ass. All he could see from his position on the bed was his cock penetrating my ass, my back, arched with pleasure, and my thighs, spread as widely as they could go. I heard Randy groan as his cock slipped past the strong muscles of my ass and inside it. I moaned as well, since his cock filled my ass so nicely. I moved on him slowly, then increased the pace, grinding his cock into my ass as the sensations built faster and faster. My body wanted to cum, but I kept holding it off, wanting to increase the pleasure when I did cum. When I did cum, my ass clenching and convulsing around Randy’s cock, his reaction was very vocal, and highly appreciative. Finally I could take it no more, and I reached up to the top of the bed and unlocked his handcuffs. I needed his full participation in this, and I turned to him, begging him to fuck my ass, really fuck it. I needed to be pounded at, and he agreed to deliver.

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“No time limit tonight, Torquemada,” she said, and glanced at me over her shoulder with a raised eyebrow.

“Interesting,” I said. And took off my pants.

******

I had noticed a small conference table over to the side, and picturing her bent forward over it gave me several interesting ideas. The trick was going to be untying her and getting her there without getting savaged. I really wasn’t quite sure just exactly how angry I was making her, nor what the exact rules of this game were, but she wasn’t fitting in with the “submissive” profile I’d read, those few times I’d wandered into fiction that had that theme.

On the other hand, I certainly wasn’t conventionally dominant, either. But I was quite comfortable simply talking through my process, being very much myself, and oddly, that seemed to work just as well, if not better, than playing some sort of “master” character. I was pretty sure that anyone who tried to play that artificial “Sir Dom” stuff with Bijou would be shredded within moments anyway. Verbally, if not otherwise.

I moved a bit closer to her, so I could speak quietly in her ear. “I’m thinking I might untie your hands at some point. But I need to check on a couple of things first.” I began petting her gently, running my hands over her chest, her thighs, round her buttocks, tracing my fingers up her spine. It was instinctive, I realized, the way one might try to calm a skittish horse. She cooed and her body relaxed into my hands.

“You’d still really like to be able to come eventually, right?” There was quite a bit of an edge to her simple, “Oh yes. I would.”

“And the idea of sucking my cock is still sort of motivational as well, yes?” This elicited a small, desperate growl. “Oh good. Because when I untie you, I really have this instinct that you’re a little…angry… and you might want to cause some sort of trouble. I mean, I really am very new to this sort of game…”

She knew where I was headed. And she grinned, although her body was still rocking gently to the long strokes from my hands. “Oh, I promise I’ll be terribly good.” There was an affectionate sarcasm in her voice. “Did you want me to call you sir or anything?”

I laughed, trying to be quiet. “I don’t think so. I wouldn’t be able to keep a straight face. Bet you wouldn’t either.” She snorted. “No,” I said, “I think we’ll just stick with Will.”

“Strong Will,” she said, and sighed as my hands pressed down on her, stroking her long body, up and down.

I kept one hand moving on her and reached up to begin undoing one of the ties. One advantage to their thickness was that it was being relatively easy to pull the knot loose, although the stress she’d put on it had pulled it somewhat tighter than it had been. I managed to work it open, trying not to think about what kind of damage it had incurred, and then switched hands. This one was harder and I had to use both hands to undo it.

She had left her hands resting on the shelf, either out of some sort of tractability or simple inattention, and I pulled her arms gently down, one by one, massaging her shoulders lightly and drawing the blood down into her hands. She moaned appreciatively, flexing her fingers. I was careful to draw her arms round behind her very gently, but I kept hold of both ties behind her as I distracted her with the massage. I still didn’t entirely trust my safety.

“I’m noticing that those pens by your feet didn’t shift at all. You’re pretty strong willed yourself,” I said.

“There was a reward offered for that, as I remember,” she purred, with a bit of an edge.

“Indeed. I haven’t forgotten,” I said as I did my best to subtly knot the ties on her wrists, so that her arms were trapped behind her back. At least temporarily, that seemed like a good idea.

“In fact, if your legs are a bit tired from all that standing, you could kneel for a moment, just right here in front of me,” I said. She shot me a look that was undefinable, with equal parts of amusement and suspicion and a small amount of genuine relief. She did seem a little weak from all the exertion, and I had no desire to “break my toy”, as she was fond of saying.

She sank to her knees, tugging on her hands and noticing for the first time that they were actually bound behind her. I saw a flash of annoyance, then amusement when she realized what I’d done. She was definitely a little out of it; I hadn’t been that stealthy.

I took a moment to enjoy the fact that she was truly a little limp; she did have rather an iron will but she was showing a bit of wear at the moment. I was enormously pleased at the idea that I’d managed to make an impression on her.

“You talk about this energy thing, taking yang from men, that sort of idea. And it occurs to me that you’re actually looking a little tired at the moment. Now my impression is that I would have to come to provide you with this energy, and I’m not quite ready to do that yet.”

“Not necessarily,” she said, smiling. “There’s a certain amount of energy available the whole time.”

“You Büyükesat Escort know I’d do anything for you,” I said, attempting to sound terribly sincere. She snorted.

I was pretty concerned that her mouth could take me over the edge within a very short time, and I wanted to wait for that. I had some ideas as to where I’d like to be when I finally let myself go. And any number of things I wanted to see between now and that moment.

“Here’s what I’m seeing. You’ve talked about the concept of holding completely still as a sort of… thing.”

“Stillness practices,” she offered.

That’s it,” I said. “Now I wonder if you’re actually capable of holding still, keeping your mouth completely receptive and inactive. Completely.”

I thought about the various times I’d tried to get her to stop for a moment, when I was close to the edge. Sure, her head would stop moving, but she’d do something else equally maddening instead. She’d set up a steady, unmoving suction, some crazy throat muscle thing, or else she’d ripple her tongue on the underside, just flexing it in a steady wave without really moving. It was cheating, I’d argue with her. She knew perfectly well what I meant by “holding still,” and she’d always get off, as it were, on some technicality. Her only real answer had been that she’d paid more attention in linguistics classes than the normal student.

“Still. I mean it. None of that muscle twitching and stuff. Are you even capable?” Her face had melted into a grin that was not at all mischievous. It was genuinely evil. And very self-satisfied. She attempted to look hurt, but failed.

“I can only promise that I will truly, actually try. But if you keep getting tangible sensations from energy work that has nothing to do with the physical, how can I help that? I’m NOT moving. You just THINK I am.”

“I suppose I’ll have to try to be fair about that, although I think you’re full of shit. Tangible means that something is happening. Something REAL.”

“In that sense, we agree,” she said thoughtfully, and I realized that the sort of conversation they were having was generally had over lattes in trendy coffee shops, not tied up and buck naked in utility closets. I liked that about Bijou. “But one cannot prove a negative. How can I prove to you that I’m not moving anything physical, when you trust only the evidence of your senses, and your senses interpret sensations as physical, whether or not they are conventionally caused by actual movement or not?”

“For there to be a sensation, there must be a physical cause,” I said.

“What about heartbreak? That’s quite tangible, quite literal. Actual sensations of pain in the heart area. And no physical cause.”

“Well now we’re talking about two different things, though…” I said, completely involved.

“Not in this case. One can feel a physical sensation caused purely by an emotional state, or by an action of the will. Or the Will,” she grinned. “That’s what we’re talking about in this case too. Those sensations can be transmitted just like touch can be transmitted, from one person to another. Ideas can in fact be tangible to the senses, at least as much as something like heartbreak can be. I mean, you’ve HAD that sensation.”

I couldn’t argue with her on the heartbreak thing. I’d definitely felt that and it was a genuine, tangible pain. But that was a whole different thing from the fact that at those moments I’d been able to actually feel her doing something with her throat, or something with her tongue, or something… Whatever it was, though I could never quite locate the sensation specifically, I could actually FEEL that. That was different. She was cheating, moving something.

“I have, in fact, cheated,” she admitted, smiling, as if she had heard my thoughts. “For the sake of this argument, there have indeed been times when I was rolling my tongue on you, or something, when you told me to hold still. I just don’t always do things I’m told to do… But I always admitted it. I’ve never lied when I said I was actually not moving. That’s the difference.”

“Personally, I don’t think you could actually hold your mouth still for thirty seconds, let alone while my cock was in it for a while,” I said. “I’ve seen what you do to pens. And lighters. And water bottles. And cigars.” Bijou tended to unconsciously fellate her entire environment, especially when she was bored.

“I could,” she argued, “but I’m not sure how to prove that I’m doing so.”

“This bears some thought, indeed,” I said, noticing for the first time in a few minutes that I was standing naked in front of a kneeling woman who was bound with my best silk ties. We had completely forgotten to be quiet, but it was a bit later and the traffic outside in the hall had died out.

“Okay, how about this,” she said, actually preoccupied with the mechanics now. “Try rolling your eyes up in your head, and check the sensation you have, if any, sorta down behind your throat.” I did Beşevler Escort so, and actually could feel an odd movement, somewhat muscular, deep in my throat, behind the soft palate.

“Okay, feel that?” she asked. I nodded, surprised. “That’s a motion, a muscular motion you’re making, and that’s what I’m doing. I do have to roll my eyes back like that for it to be effective, and that connection you’re feeling at the back of your throat is the reason. That’s where it goes in.”

It didn’t particularly matter to me that I didn’t know what the hell she was talking about. I’d learned just enough to know that she wasn’t completely delusional, or at least that she was learning this stuff from published works and established sources, not just hearing it from her Rice Krispies. Delusional remained to be seen, but at least I had to admit that it was a mass delusion, not hers alone. And it was true, I had felt a sensation in my throat, but that was probably attendant musculature, involuntary movements related to the action of rolling my eyes back.

Again, she was reading my mind. “There is musculature involved in that movement, of course, but not enough to actually be tangible to you, not in the way you’re describing it to me, anyway. Not all the way to the tongue, or anything. Those muscles don’t even connect down to the throat. So where’s the sensation coming from?”

I shook my head to clear it. I was still occupied with the sensation of rolling my eyes back. “And you have to roll your eyes back like that to do that thing you’re doing?”

“Pretty much,” she said. “It opens some stuff. You can feel it yourself. There’s a connection there, and it helps you be able to feel where your pineal and pituitary are actually located, to notice that spot.”

You are one freaky chick, I thought. I loved how serious and preoccupied she got when she was off on these crazy riffs. Completely scholastic. Her body was sweaty, naked, bound and sticky with her own juice, but her mind was all professor at that moment. She may as well have been in a lecture hall.

“You don’t want to hear about any of this stuff,” she grinned, coming back. “You’re a rationalist. You should know better than to get me started.”

“You’re right, I should,” I agreed. “But this bears an experiment. The thing is, we’ll need you in a position in which your mouth and jaw can be completely relaxed.” She giggled as I looked around the room for ideas.

My mind clicked through the technicalities of positions in which she could legitimately say she was completely relaxed. Clearly she’d have to be laying back, probably on the floor, and I would need to be in some position I could hold comfortably enough not to move for a while.

I realized, amused, that I was being terribly scientific about what amounted to a basic blow job. Okay, a blow job from someone who considered fellatio an actual religious practice, but a blow job nonetheless.

I heard her voice from below me . I’d gotten so involved with scanning the room for ideas that once again I’d forgotten the basic situation. A woman knelt bound before me , her face at the level of my cock. My best silk ties were involved, and most likely doomed.

She said, “May I offer a suggestion?”

“If you have one, and you’re not batting your eyelashes suspiciously, I might take you up on it,” I said, feeling overwhelmingly the urge to just give up on the whole project and shove my cock into that incredibly tempting mouth then and there.

“Hang my head down over a table top. Use those work towels over there as cushions. I’ll be able to completely relax, in that position.”

I saw the picture. She lay on her back on the conference table, her head hanging down over the edge of the shelf. Just the right height to…

“Are you sure you’d be comfortable that way?” I asked. Upside down. Interesting.

“Quite,” she said. “And verifiably relaxed.”

I spotted the stack of work towels she meant, over on a shelf. I picked up a couple and laid them on the edge of the table as a sort of pillow. “Show me,” I said.

“You’ll have to untie me,” she said, looking up at me with a suspiciously pleased expression. “Can’t have my hands underneath me.”

“Do I dare?” I asked, remembering the murderous rage I’d seen on her face not so many minutes ago.

“It’s for science,” she smiled. “You need some evidence for your senses.”

I helped her stand. All her shakiness had disappeared; she seemed enervated all of a sudden.

I untied the knot I’d made in the ties on her wrists but left them on. Esthetically, it was stunning, the contrast of the dark silk bound thickly around her long, pale limbs. I was discovering that I didn’t care so much about the ties. For one thing, if any of them survived, I’d be wearing them with an entirely different attitude, knowing where they’d been. And if they got ruined, they’d be kept in That Drawer with the other odd objects I’d ended up with since meeting Bijou, and they would Cebeci Escort undoubtedly get used again. And again.

I shook my head, trying to focus on the moment. She had positioned herself on the table. She lay on her back, her neck cushioned by the towels and her head hanging upside down over the edge. I noticed that her legs were crossed, and her hands rested on her thighs, positioned in one of the “mudras” she had enthused about, whose names I could never keep track of.

Her face looked totally relaxed, inverted like that. And her lips were parted. God, those lips. Already swollen with arousal, a mouth that could make me come within moments when she wanted to make it happen, no matter how I tried to resist. Lips that had been close enough to my cock for me to feel the breath along its length, lips that I’d managed to resist so far for the sheer sake of torturing her.

I couldn’t resist any longer. I moved to the table, and my cock, which had gone partially soft during all the philosophical debate and technical consideration, jumped and swelled, reacting to the proximity of that luscious, welcoming mouth. It was right there, and the perfect height. I stayed a foot or two away.

“You’ll hold PERFECTLY still?” I asked, “except for that eye thing?”

“Nnnngg,” she hummed. She seemed completely relaxed, almost in a trance. She was clearly trying to prove that every part of her was receptive and still. I remained skeptical. As always.

I couldn’t resist the rest of her, at least for a moment. I deliberately moved to the side, and leaned over her calm body, running my hands over her breasts, smoothing the curves of her waist, reaching down to stroke her pussy, which was still amazingly juicy. Her body remained relaxed, which interested me. Only her voice responded, with a low, pleased moan, and when I laid my other hand on her belly I felt the muscles, and discovered they were completely relaxed, even as I stroked her slick little button and pinched her nipples. Her voice rose; the rest of her body remained still. She was good at going into this state, obviously.

Science be damned, I didn’t particularly care whether we established any truth to this proposition that what I sensed when my cock was in her mouth was from one source or another. The plain fact was, there was a mouth. A lovely, incredible mouth. And my cock wanted to slide into it. Now.

I put my hands on the edge of the table, on either side of her, and my cock touched down on her lips. She didn’t move. Her mouth wasn’t open far enough for me to slide in. I looked carefully at the picture I was making, the tip of my phallus pressed delicately against her lips, purple on swollen pink. A single pearl of moisture emerged from the tip. She had referred to that as “dragon tears,” I remembered.

Slowly, deliberately, I chose to take my cock in my hand, and stroke the moisture it had generated back and forth across her lips, slicking them up. I slid a finger slowly into her mouth, feeling her tongue above, circling and probing between her teeth. Warm, wet, receptive, and completely still, her mouth yielded to me, and I couldn’t wait any longer. my fingertips pressed her mouth open, and I aimed the head of my cock at her open mouth and forced it in, gently, deliberately, widening her jaw as I worked the tip into her.

I could feel her tongue on the upper side of my shaft, a strange sensation when I was accustomed to feeling that juicy cushion underneath. I was completely absorbed in the sensation. My mind kept saying the word “receive” over and over. Just that. She received me.

I moved further in, feeling the heat, the moisture. She was incredibly wet. The thought that she was salivating at the idea of my cock in her mouth appealed to me. I wanted to move, to fuck her, to slide deep and keep sliding and sliding until I exploded, but some part of my mind told me to be still, to notice everything, to catalogue, almost methodically, the sensations I was having.

The palm of my hand on the edge of the tabletop. The hand that held my cock straight into her. My legs, planted firmly on the floor, a wide stance, primitive. my breath, deep and even in my belly. The hot gold sensations fluttering around my hips, my testicles, the base of my spine. Her white, outstretched neck, just under my gaze, culminating in the smooth parabola of her jawbone, and the deep pink of her lower lip, sliding onto the darker rose of my shaft. My thumb across the base, pale in comparison with the hard rose color of my cock, aiming me into her mouth, firm, solid. The top of my head, seemingly floating feet above me, strange and electric.

Just another centimeter. I watched as by increments, incredibly, gradually, my cock disappeared slowly into her, until my thumb holding the shaft was pressed against her lips. She surrounded me, defined me with the shape of her tongue, her palate, the edges of her teeth that I could feel pressing lightly against my skin.

My cock explored her mouth, shifting almost imperceptibly as it twitched and hardened, sliding gradually up against the back of her throat, pressing slightly from side to side as I shifted my stance to set my feet more firmly. The idea was to hold still, but I could feel even the movement of my breath creating little motions in my cock, the little jumps of my arousal moving the shaft within the warm cavern.

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“Simon? Where have you been?”

The boy had tried closing the front door quietly, but winced as he heard his Mom call out. “Around the neighborhood, Mom.”

His mother, Bonnie von Trocken, came around the corner, a tall and imposing brunette in her late thirties wearing slacks and a button-up shirt that strained to hold in her D-cup breasts. “You’d better not have been hanging around any kids…”

He held his hands out in a warding gesture. “No, Mom! You told me…I remember.”

The woman gave him a measuring look. “Well, good. Are you hungry?”

“Yeah!”

After a ham and cheese sandwich and some chicken noodle soup, Simon pushed back from the table and winced.

His mother noticed. “What’s with your hand?”

“I slipped and fell on my wrist…my happy wrist, Mom.”

She sighed. “Well, can’t you use your other arm?”

He looked at her hopefully. “I’m no good with that hand. I’m not ambi…ambi…”

“Ambidextrous?”

“Yeah!” he smiled. “Wait…isn’t that a type of sugar?”

She got up and sat next to him, noting the bulge in his jeans. “That’s dextrose. How do you remember that, but not ambidextrous?”

He shrugged. “So you’ll help?”

She reached over and unzipped him to fish out his hard member. She took it in hand and started stroking. “Have you found someone else to help you with this yet? My new job will keep me out of the house during the day, remember.”

“Yeah, I remember. I think maybe?” he moaned as his mother masturbated him. Mrs. Davison had said not to tell anyone what happened, but as long as he didn’t mention her name, he figured it was okay.

“Maybe? And it’s someone older than you, right?” Her arms moved in practiced, steady up and down motions.

“Yeah.”

Bonnie felt her nipples getting hard. While she did her best to keep things clinical when she had to help her son, as he could only make himself ejaculate so many times in a day, there was still a very large, very warm cock in her hand, and her body was getting to the age where it was filling with hormones, demanding sex in order to make the most of her Sincan Escort remaining viable eggs. She felt her mouth water as she continued masturbating her son’s sizable member. “Are you getting close?” she asked him.

“Umm…not yet.”

“Is there a problem?” She continued stroking.

Simon thought back to Mrs. Davison’s breasts as they peeked out through her robe. “Could you…take your shirt off?”

His mother stopped moving. “Simon Beauregard von Trocken!”

He reddened. “I’m sorry, Mom! Your…um…boobs look really nice, and I think seeing them would help me get there faster.”

Bonnie thought for a moment, though she did resume stroking her son. “Did your new friend show you hers? I’m assuming it’s a woman.”

He nodded.

She suddenly felt something wash over but couldn’t identify it. Well, whatever it was, it helped make her mind up. She let go of his dick and unfastened her blouse, pausing a moment to consider the line she was crossing before she pulled the fabric from her shoulders.

Simon gasped as his mother’s large, torpedo-like breasts were revealed, valiantly restrained by a satiny beige brassiere. He admired the pale flesh of her shoulders and chest, and the deep cleavage revealed between those delicious-looking knockers, and half-closed his eyes in pleasure.

Bonnie had been getting good at knowing when her son was close. She dropped her head forward and took the tip of his cock between her lips. She had learned the hard way that her boy ejaculated a LOT, and without a ready towel, her mouth was the next best thing.

“UhhhooOOHH!” Simon cried out, and Bonnie felt his hot cum roar into her mouth, burst after burst of sperm-laden semen filling it. She gulped in preparation for the rest of it, barely able to keep it all contained. She gulped again…there was so much! Finally, the last dregs dribbled out, and she gave the tip a small suck to pull those last drops out. “Uhhmmm…” Simon droned beatifically.

She gulped the rest of it down. Her son’s cum was somehow always so tasty. Etlik Escort Well, I don’t need lunch now, she remarked to herself. “I’ll be out on a date tonight, Simon, so you’ll have to fend for yourself for dinner.”

—

Corinne Davison was lying on a lounge chair in her backyard, next to the pool, her eyes closed. She had put on her ‘stars & stripes’ bikini, which made her feel like Wonder Woman…well, if the superhero wore a bikini, anyway. She sighed as her body absorbed the afternoon rays.

“Hi.”

She sat up quickly. That boy was standing off to the side, his eyes drinking her in. Her gaze reflexively shifted down to his crotch…sure enough, he was hard again. “Simon! I told you…”

“I didn’t tell anyone!” He smiled at her.

She paused. What did he mean by that?

“I was hoping you could help me again?” His eyes glanced down, drawing her own eyes back to that intriguing bulge.

Now she understood. He was saying that he wouldn’t tell anyone if she did as he wanted. Blackmail! Why, oh why had she spanked him?

“Then you’ll go away?” she asked.

He cocked his head to the side. “Yeah, sure.”

She picked up her phone and checked the time. “Oh, my husband will be home soon…”

Then it buzzed…she swiped and read: *Hey babe going out w guys from work. C u late (kiss emoji)*.

“Oh…okay, I guess we do have time then.” She wasn’t worried about neighbors seeing the two of them together, as her backyard was surrounded by high fences and a tree line.

“Cool!” Simon unzipped his jeans and his dong sprang out. Corinne took a quick breath…the size of his member was always so surprising compared to the rest of his skinny 5’9″ self. She turned, putting her feet down onto the patio tile, took his length into her grip, and started to stroke.

“That feels really good, Mrs. Davison.”

She felt a strange sense of pride that she was making this young man, 12 years her junior, feel good, and moved her hand a little faster up and down his shaft.

“Can I see your boobs again, Mrs. Çankaya Escort Davison?”

She slowed her stroking. “I don’t know…”

“Please? I’ll cum quicker, and then I’ll go.”

She wanted this to be over so she let go, unfastened her bikini top, and let it fall to the patio tiles. Simon gazed at her C-cup breasts in wonder and she blushed. His cock was right in front of her face…all she had to do was open her mouth and slide it in…

She shook her head and took a hold of his stiffy again. Now that her breasts were out in the open, she could feel her nipples crinkling up in the breeze that had picked up as the sun began to lower in the West. Noticing that Simon’s eyes were now entirely focused on her rack as she masturbated him, she surreptitiously moved her other hand down inside her bikini bottoms to rub her clit and pussy lips. She found that she was actually very wet down there, and her clit was already out of its hood. She took it between her thumb and forefinger as she pushed her middle finger between her pussy lips. She kept her mouth shut, not wanting to make any sounds that would let Simon know what she was doing.

As she got close to cumming on her own fingers, Simon grunted, “Uhuhh! OHH!” and his first blast of cum splashed across her breasts.

The sensation of the hot, forbidden liquid hitting her hard nipples set her own orgasm off. “Mmh! HHGH!” The hand that was stroking Simon went wild, and his next blast hit her right in the eyes. Blinded, she let go of his shooting cock and felt his next blast hit her low, just above her bikini bottoms. Another hit the hand that was between her legs, and she was still cumming. “Ohh! Uhuhhuhh!” She let go of Simon’s cock and fell back onto her lounge chair as she thrust her fingers inside her, wringing the most of that extended orgasm from her vagina, not realizing that she was pushing some of his sperm-filled semen inside her as she did so.

*Click!*

She quickly moved her hands up to wipe at her eyes. “Simon? Did you just take a picture of me? Fuck, this shit burns…” She wiped furiously, and finally blinked through the discomfort to see the fence door swing closed. The boy had left, as he said he would.

But now he had a picture of her, topless and covered in his cum! That was so much worse than his word against hers about the spanking! Frowning, Corinne went back into the house for another shower.

To be continued…

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Last night I went for drinks with a man I’ve matched with a few times but never made the leap to meet. Sliding into the booth he had chosen, I sized him up. He was handsome, taller than any man I’d met yet, and the scent of his cologne was understated and pleasant. I already liked him. Ordering our first drinks we immediately delved into conversation, going over the basics. Conversation flowed from there, and ten minutes in he suggested a toast over me being even cuter than my pictures. We really shouldn’t have waited so long to get together.

We talked for over an hour, finishing two drinks a piece (concluding at the end they weren’t the best) leading him to smoothly suggest he could make a better one at his place. I agreed, knowing exactly what he wanted but going on about how I was excited to see his amateur bartending skills. He paid the tab, and a few minutes later we were riding the elevator up to his apartment, me teasing him a bit about only living steps from the cocktail bar we had been at since the traffic downtown was crazy and I struggled to get there.

He had a beautiful place, with lovely views of the city. I tried to pretend I wasn’t impressed as I gazed out the window, transfixed by the skyscrapers lit up against the night sky. “So what do you want me to make you? Anything in particular?” He asked, coming to stand beside me. I thought for a minute, then shook my head. “Surprise me. Anything sweet.” I grinned at him, wondering if he’d pick up on my unspoken ‘like me’.

“Anything hm?” He mused, his eyes going to my lips. He leaned down to kiss me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pressing me against his body. “Mmmm sweet. Ok”. With a wink he pulled away, gesturing for me to sit at the island. We made small talk as he poured and measured different liquors and mixers to create what he called a Tokyo Tea, something I’d never heard of. The end result was a slightly cloudy emerald green drink he topped off with slices of lime for effect. Once finished, he took a seat next to me, setting my glass down and pulling my chair flush with his so he could settle between my legs, forcing me to spread them to accommodate him.

“So you mentioned you write stories, but you never told me what kind.” He broached, looking at me intently. I lowered my head, busying myself with my drink, which was as delicious as he promised. It was one thing to act like a slut, another completely to tell this near stranger what I actually did. I liked him, and was a bit afraid that if I let on about everything I did he would see me differently. I took another sip, enjoying the flavor, before answering.

“Yeah, mainly science fiction and some erotica. It’s really all for fun” I hedged, trying to pretend that it was just something I did as a hobby and not an entire side of me that I reveled in. “Tell me more about the erotica. Where do you get your inspiration?” He asked, his hands now moving to my thighs, running up and down in steady motions, squeezing occasionally.

I hesitated. I could either be honest and hope he didn’t judge me, or lie and let him think I was still the bubbly, giggly woman with some dirty fantasies he thought I was. But I hated lying about it. “They’re actually all based on experiences I’ve had. Real life is better than fiction and all that” I said with a slight laugh, trying to play it off. It didn’t work however.

The hands on my thighs slowed. “So tell me about one. Maybe a favorite?” He pressed, clearly interested in hearing more. Somehow, I’d already finished half my drink in my nervousness, and combined with what I had already had at the bar, I finally threw caution to the wind. Let him think what he wants. “Maybe the time I gave a blowjob at a movie theater and he came on my face.” I looked him in the eyes as I said this, unashamed. Instead of responding right away he got up, walking behind me and placing his hands on my shoulders.

“I love movie theater fun” He whispered in my ear, moving my hair so he could place soft kisses on the back of my neck. “Tell me more.” Without hesitation I replied, “I also had sex in a roomful of people at a sex club. There were men stroking themselves and I even let them touch me.” Hands circled my waist, grabbing the hem of my sweater and pulling it up until my Çankaya Escort bra covered breasts came in view. “Look in the mirror” He ordered. There was a full length decorative one directly across from us. I obeyed, making eye contact with him in it as he ran his hands over my stomach, then down my thighs again, circling closer to my pussy. I was only wearing thin leggings and could feel the heat and pressure of his caresses perfectly. With my legs spread open and sweater still bunched around my neck I looked as lewd as I felt at that moment.

“It sounds like you’re a dirty girl. Is that right?” The feeling of his hands on my body and lips on my neck left me nearly panting. I don’t why I tried to resist what was so natural to me. “Yes, I am. I love being used.” I answered, feeling almost relieved as the truth flowed from my lips. It seemed my admission was what he had been waiting for. One of his hands slid up again, squeezing one of my breasts before moving down and into my leggings. I whimpered, feeling his fingers part my pussy lips and begin to make small circles on my clit. I spread my legs even wider, watching in the mirror as he touched me and I shook against him.

My pants turned to moans as I grinded slightly against his fingers, only the solid presence of him behind me keeping me seated on the bar stool. “Let’s go to the bedroom. I want to see how dirty you can be. Will you be my good slut tonight?” I nodded at his words. “Say yes. Tell me you’ll be my dirty slut,” he demanded, his fingers moving faster, slick with my arousal. “Yes, yes I’m yours, I’m your slut” I gasped. “Good.” He stopped his torturous circles nearly instantly, sliding his fingers from between my legs. Stepping away, he headed down the hall, disappearing into a darkened doorway. Shaking slightly, I waited for a beat before following him to the bedroom.

Dim red lights greeted me, just bright enough to make out a king size bed, and a tasteful but simple room. I paused a few steps in, unsure what to do. My mind had already switched to being submissive, waiting on orders on how I would be used. I wasn’t left waiting long. Pulling me against him he started kissing me, one hand going into my hair to hold my head still and the other going to grip my ass. “I can be rough. Can you take it?”

I broke the kiss, looking into his eyes before replying “Yes Sir.” It had slipped out unbidden and I bit my lip, waiting for his reaction. He smiled. “Yes Daddy. You will call me Daddy.” He accentuated his words with a smack, making me gasp. “Yes Daddy!” Nodding in approval he stepped back, eyes taking me in again before he ordered, “Take your clothes off and get on the bed.” As though in a trance, I stripped until I was bare, flinging each piece of the outfit I had carefully chosen to the floor. I paused, letting him see every inch of my naked form before sitting on the bed, sliding back until I was propped against the pillows.

The sight of me nude and in his bed seemed to remove any reservations he had. His clothes were off in seconds and he joined me, pinning me against the bed and fisting a hand in my hair again. A painful yank made me cry out, a small part of me wondering just how rough he meant. I held still as he moved down, capturing one pierced nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling quickly over it. The feeling of his teeth pressing down a bit too sharply a moment later forced a choked gasp from me from the sudden pain, and sent a pulse of pleasure between my legs. Switching to the other nipple he gave it the same treatment, the grip he had on my curls making me hesitant to squirm too much under him.

He finally moved on, releasing my hair to trail kisses down my stomach until he arrived between my legs. It seemed like he was trying to drive me crazy, because instead of delving his tongue between my wet folds like I desperately wanted, he instead pressed more kisses to my thighs. I waited, every brush of his face against my wet and sensitive pussy pure torture. Abruptly, he pushed my legs up, my bottom half hovering a bit over the bed. Holding me in that position he began to lick, starting at my ass and running his tongue all the way to my clit before beginning again.

Surprised, I struggled Keçiören Escort a bit against him at first, the shock of being touched in a place I never liked throwing me off. But he was stronger than me, and after a few more licks I relaxed. I hadn’t said ass play was off limits, and it didn’t hurt. If this is what pleased him then I would accept it. Gripping the sheets and making small sounds of pleasure, I accepted the foreign feeling, letting my mind wander to what else he would do to me before the night was over. Already he was pushing me out of my comfort zone, but I strangely didn’t mind.

Letting my legs go after a few more passes, he finally focused his attention on my clit, being just as rough as he had been with my nipples. I was arching off the bed now, desperately trying to process the pleasure of him sucking on my clit hard, and following with a succession of circles from his tongue. “Wait, please, too much, Daddy ple-” the feeling of him forcing two fingers inside me stole my words, a sound of desperation from the sudden invasion replacing them. Even dripping wet I’m a tight fit. Recalling how his fingers looked wrapped around his glass at the bar earlier, I had no doubt I couldn’t take another without screaming at the attempt.

Overstimulated from all the sensations, I barely registered the words he whispered into my pussy “Cum for me like a good girl and Daddy will fuck you. ” All I could do was nod and moan at the promise, my hips moving against him of their own accord as though they understood. Cum and he would give me his cock. Be a good girl for him like you promised. Fuck his face and fingers like the slut you are.

He was talented, and after only a few more minutes and his fingers finding the right spot, I was doing exactly what he wanted. The orgasm was sudden, hard, and had me gripping the sheets so tightly I heard my knuckles crack. A strangled cry was all I could manage before sinking into the bed, panting as the waves of bliss slowly ebbed. Pulling his fingers out and bringing them to his mouth he tasted me. “Good girl.” I simply nodded, watching him maneuver off the bed, thinking he was going for a condom. Instead, he pointed to the floor, ordering firmly, “Come suck my cock.”

Wordlessly, I slid off the bed and to my knees. Steadying myself with my hands on his hips, I studied his cock. A drop of pre-cum was hanging from the tip, as though waiting for me. A quick lick had me sliding my tongue down his length, seeking to draw out more. The taste at the back of my throat was one I already craved. Once he was wet from my attention, I gingerly worked him in my mouth until I couldn’t take anymore and breathe at the same time. His hands went to the back of my head, holding me there for a moment before easing up, letting me draw away a bit before taking him deeper.

His moans were intoxicating, fueling my need to please him as well as I could. I sucked his cock with wanton abandon, making sure to gag on the tip hard before I pulled away, showing him even air didn’t matter more than the feeling of him in my mouth. Saliva began to drip down my face and tears welled in my eyes as I forced him down my throat again and again, reveling in being used. If he decided to just fuck my mouth all night I would have been just as happy, my own wetness forgotten. My world had narrowed to the hardness sliding quickly between my lips.

Fortunately he had not, a quick jerk on my hair suddenly stopping me. Dazed and blinking, I looked up. Our eyes met, a smirk on his face as he studied me, breathing heavily, lips swollen and face covered in saliva from my efforts. A moment of silence passed before he said, “Such a good girl. You want me to use your pussy?” His question snapped me back to reality, to the aching between my legs. “Yes please Daddy!” My answer was instant, excited. Being fucked was of course my favorite thing. “Such a good girl for me. Lay on the edge of the bed, legs spread.”

I scrambled off the carpeted floor, flopping on the bed and getting in position. Finally, I would get what I wanted from the moment I had confessed to him what I truly was. He went to the nightstand, searching for a moment before pulling out a condom, quickly tearing Etimesgut Escort it open and rolling it on. Stepping between my legs, he paused again, looking me over, satisfaction lining his face. I stayed quiet, pretending to be patient but raging inside. I wanted him to stretch me, use me.

Leaning over, he steadied himself with one hand on the bed, using the other to guide his cock inside me. There was no time to adjust to the feeling of him stretching me. Grabbing my legs as an anchor he began to move, slamming in and out me hard and fast, my tits bouncing with every thrust. I fisted a handful of sheets as an anchor, my free hand going between my legs to rub my clit. He felt so right, so perfect inside me. And I was so damn wet for him.

“That’s right, play with your pussy. You look so fucking good taking my cock.” He breathed, his words stilted from the effort of practically pounding me into the bed. There was no rhythm in the way he was fucking me, just raw need, our moans mixing with the sound of his skin slapping against mine to fill the otherwise quiet room. Closing my eyes to focus on the feeling, I rubbed feverishly, wanting to cum again while being full of him. It always felt better that way.

Just as I felt the first stirrings of an orgasm he slowed, then stopped, pulling out of me. I sat up and looked at him, confused. “Hands and knees. Now.” His tone let me know I better move fast. I quickly turned over, crawling to the middle of the bed. I felt him climb behind me, then push on my back, forcing my face into the sheets until I was at the angle he wanted. “Spread those legs, open that pussy up for me” he ordered. I shifted more, feeling like a toy he was preparing to play with. Apparently satisfied, he gave my upraised ass a quick spank before sliding inside me again in one smooth motion.

A sudden awareness washed over me. The way he used me felt degrading and almost practiced. I somehow knew I was just the next slut who let herself get drawn in to spread her legs for him. The idea turned me on even more. I began to push back against him with each thrust, surrendering to the thought. “Use me Daddy!” I moaned, any semblance of respect for myself lost at the overwhelming pleasure his cock buried in me produced. His rhythm was steadier this time, but even deeper than the other position, filling me to the brim. It felt absolutely heavenly and my former moans devolved into broken strings of pleading words for him to not stop. To never stop.

As though sensing the change, he became more vocal, degrading me with his words now. “Look at you fucking back on me like a whore. You love this cock?” he picked up the pace, forcing me to stop my movements against him to brace myself on the bed to take him. I could barely think now, and didn’t answer, crying out senselessly. He laughed, his next words even harsher. “Forget your words slut? Did I fuck you stupid?” He seemed pleased with that, a soft “Oh fuck” trailing his question. “Your pussy is going to make me cum. Is that what you want?” I nodded, hoping he saw it. “Use your damn words. Tell me you want my cum.” I tried to pull myself together, finally managing, “Yes, please! Cum wherever you want Daddy.” It didn’t matter after all, as long as he was satisfied.

“Good girl! You’ve earned this.” With a loud moan, he slammed as deep as he could inside me, stopping so I could feel him pulse as he came. I tightened around him, trying to milk every drop until he went still. Slowly coming down, my mind replayed the last few minutes, realizing I had loved every word he used. He moved first, pulling out of me and laying down, his arms out to pull me in. I practically collapsed into them, spent. I hadn’t had such an intense session in awhile. Cuddling me closer, he placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. “That was fun.” he murmured.

“Definitely.” I agreed. I certainly hadn’t expected the dirtiness he displayed. He seemed too clean cut on the outside for that. ‘Then again, those are the ones you have to watch out for’ I reminded myself, because I was the exact same. We laid in silence for several minutes, his hands traveling over my body in slow circles. “I can be even rougher.” he suddenly said, stopping his ministrations. I smiled against his chest. “Sounds like a challenge. I think I can take it” I answered confidently. “I held back this first time because I wasn’t sure, but now I know what a slut you are..’ he trailed off, leaving me to fill in the blank.

I bit my lip, thinking over his words, then laughed, my fingers trailing down. “I’m off tomorrow, so you have me all night. Show me everything.”

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I woke up looked at the clock, it was 10 am the sun was out and hot, it was a beautiful day. I rolled out of bed realizing that I had cum all over me, in my hair, in my mouth and leaking out of my boi pussy. I peeled off my 40 D breast forms and headed to the shower. While in the shower, I thought about my plans for the day and the coming night.

I remembered that I had told Stacey that I would meet her for lunch at the resort bar. My plans went from there to a day by the pool and then meeting Timminii around 6:30 to do our makeup and get dressed for the evening.

After washing and shaving everywhere, I sat down to get dressed for the day. I was quite used now to reapplying my breast forms and to dry the adhesive put a bra on while I did my makeup. I used the tape and concealer to hide my wrinkles and applied some soft daytime makeup. I decided on my short wig as I was going to spend the day by the pool after lunch. I put on my red and black panties and decided to wear the red bra under a tight cut crop T-shirt. I wore jeans and sandals and headed for the bar.

Stacey was there, wearing a very tight pair of jean shorts, a white t-shirt and no bra. Her perky round breast and nipples were quite visible and my mouth was watering. If I did not know that she was gay I may have wanted to be straight. She walked up to me gave me a hug pressing those to-die-for breasts against me and gave me a big kiss full of tongue and promise. She brought me a glass of orange juice, a piece of French toast with a slice of bacon. Enough to keep me going but not enough to make me look fat.

We discussed last night and my plans for the day and evening. It turned out that Stacey and Terri knew Paul, John and Zack and knew of Daddy and Timminii. I told her that I was going to hang out at the pool and meet Timminii at 6:30 to do our makeup and get dressed for the evening. She asked if she could join us at 6:30. I thought that was a great idea and agreed. I finished my food and went back to my room.

For the pool, I put on my white crop top over my bare breasts and my pink bikini bottoms. The bikini was quite small with gold loops on the side so it just covered my front and back and except for loops my shaved legs were bare. I walked out to the pool, picked up a towel and chose a chair on the grass under a tree partly in the shade as the sun as very hot. Most of the guys at the pool were naked and there were some fantastic cocks that I could look at and dream about as I relaxed.

I imagine, I could have hooked up and had sex with any number of guys that afternoon but really wanted to rest for the evening. As the afternoon wore on I noticed 5 or 6 other crossdressers arriving at the resort, verifying what daddy and Timminii told me about a crossdresser party that evening. I had a diet coke around 6 pm and went back to my room to wait for Timminii and Stacey.

Stacey showed up first still in her tight cut offs and crop top, towing a bag with clothes and makeup for the evening. She came in and we kissed. She turned around and rubbed her beautiful ass against my crotch as I reached around her and ran my hands over her stomach, under her t-shirt and cupped those perk, round and firm breasts.

As I slowly cupped her beasts and pinched her nipples, she worked at getting her shorts and thong panties off. When they were off she got rid of her t-shirt and jumped on the bed with her legs spread. Without hesitation, I got on my knees at the end of the bed and stuck my tongue as far into her cute pussy as I could. I was enjoying my feast and her moans when Timminii walked in. She was wearing a tight pink top and a pair of silk shorts and also towing a bag of clothes.

Timminii lost her clothes faster that I thought possible her small breasts and little cock ready to be worshipped. Timminii walked over to the dresser and picked up a jar of lube and a bottle of poppers. She put her arms around me from behind kissed the back of my neck and used her small delicate fingers to help my tongue in Stacey’s pussy. She then put the bottle of poppers to my nose and started to apply lube to my pussy. I took a good hit of poppers as I had a good idea what was coming next.

Timminii’s fingers went into me her fingers and hand were small. First two fingers darting in and out searching for my prostate. As I started to moan, she got the poppers by my nose again and held the bottle there for a long period. As my head started to spin, she put the top back on the poppers and her hand started to move slowly into me. I felt her hand move past my sphincter and open up. As this was happening, I was driving my tongue into Stacey’s pussy like a mad man. It seemed as if I was trying to get my whole head inside.

Timminii’s and started moving further her delicate fingers were working further into me and teasing my second sphincter. As she moved past that spot, I was going crazy with delight, ecstasy and passion. Stacey managed to get turned around so that I was still eating Demetevler Escort her pussy but she was able to get my cock into her mouth. It took me about 10 seconds to cum in her mouth and as I did she had a massive orgasm, filling my mouth with girl cum. Timminii pulled out of me and joined with Stacey and I kissing each other passing cum back and forth.

Stacey and I realized that Timminii had not cum so we both got down on our knees in from of her and sucked that cute little cock to completion. We finished up with a three-way kiss making sure that we all had a bit of each other. I was glad that I had cum because I intended to be all gurl that night and did not want an excited cock to get in my way. We decided to shower together and get on with makeup and dressing for the night.

All 3 of us were able to get in front of the mirror. Stacey in her black thong and bare breasts, Timminii in nothing with those cute newly forming breasts just asking to be sucked and me in a new red silk pair of panties and my red see through bra. I put on a pair of black stay up nylons and used some of the Breast form glue to make sure that they would stay up for the night.

I applied the face lift tape and then concealer to my face covering that with a neutral foundation Stacey was watching what I was doing and came over to show me a bit about contouring to feminize my face. It was incredibly hard to concentrate with her breasts rubbing my ears while she was working. My real thoughts were how could I ever get a real pair like that. Once she had finished the difference was incredible.

She let me work on my eyes and my lips but interrupted again to show me how to outline and accentuate my lips and make them seem more plump. I finished it all off with my long auburn wig with blond highlights. I dressed in my see through beige blouse and my black leather mini skirt. I began to put on my gold wedge sandals but Timminii stopped me and pulled out a pair of 5 inch pumps that Daddy had sent along for me to wear.

I am not very good at walking in very high heels but both Timminii and Stacey coached me and I started to feel quite comfortable and felt very sexy. Timminii had on a red thong under a tube top that she was using for a mini skirt and a very tight pink short sleeve top that showed off her small breasts and accentuated her nipples very clearly. Stacey had on a black below the knee skirt and a black see through top with no bra.

We were ready to go about 15 minutes early. We kissed fixed up each other lip stick and walked out to the parking lot. We could have been fucked and sucked as many cocks as we wanted to on the way out but managed to stay focused.

Daddy had not yet arrived at the parking lot so we walked out on to the street just to show off a bit. Daddy arrived and he had Terri on the car with him. Terri got out and put a collar and a leash on Stacey and we all piled into the car. We pulled into the parking lot of the Gay bar stopped the car and Daddy pulled out a couple of joints that we smoked before going into the bar.

As we were smoking, Terri was leaning back in the seat and had pushed Stacey’s face into her pussy. Her eyes rolling back in her head as she was enjoying having her pussy eaten,

We climbed out of the car, I helped Stacey with her lipstick and we walked into the bar. I no sooner walked through the door that Zack walked up to me put his big hands under my skirt and gave my pussy cheeks a squeeze. His only words were RV lets go. I had no choice and frankly did not want any choice.

We walked back out of the bar and into his RV. He handed me a joint and told me to take off my blouse and skirt and pick up a bottle of poppers. He got naked in a hurry and there was that huge cock that I had been dreaming about. He came over to me and started with a soft sensuous kiss that got more and more aggressive and his tongue pushed and prodded.

As he kissed me his hand moved up to the top of my head and slowly pushed me to my knees. There it was right in front of my mouth not completely hard but very impressive. I took a hit of poppers and slowly took the head into my mouth. The head was big enough that I had to stretch my lips to get around it and then using my tongue slowly worked my way down the shaft. I got about 5 inches of it into my mouth and pulled off for another hit of poppers. My head spinning now, I licked the entire length of his cock right down to his balls and scratched between his legs with my red painted false nails.

Another hit of poppers as I worked my tongue back up to the head and again stretched my lips over that huge cock. Working to control my gag reflex I got the head right to the entrance to my throat but in that position could not get it past. He pulled me to my feet kissed me and said let’s try another position. He turned me around got behind me and used his now very hard cock on my panties to push me towards the bed. As Otele gelen escort we were moving, he put his big arms around me and started caressing my breasts. That made me feel very feminine.

We got to the bed he picked me up and lay me down on the bed with my head hanging over the side. He held my head up and put the poppers to my nose and had me take 5 real big hits. Putting the poppers down, he stood above my head and pushed his cock into my now very eager mouth. Slowly but without stopping he pushed into me right to the entrance to my throat and then past.

He was all the way into me his balls on my nose and he was caressing himself by rubbing on my throat. Just as I needed a breath, he pulled out let me take a breath and pushed right back in without stopping. For five or ten minutes he fucked my face giving me a needed hit of poppers a few times. Pumping in and out using me and I loved it sooo much that I was trying to use my tongue to lick his balls as they got close to me.

As I lay there I was thinking that I just never wanted this to stop. His cock fucking my face his hands on my breasts and working under my panties. I was in heaven. I soon realized that his hands were paying more and more attention to my panties and my boi pussy. Soon he pulled out of my mouth, flipped me around on the bed and pulled my panties to one side. His huge cock head at the entrance to my love canal he tried to push into me with no lube. It was just not going to work. I was too tight and not lubed at all. He handed me a bottle of lube and resented his cock to me. I surprised him by putting the lube into my mouth and using my mouth to lube his cock.

As he was moving behind me I managed to get some lube on my pussy as well. Good thing because when he got there he pulled my panties aside and pushed into me without stopping. His cock head pushed right in and just kept going. It seemed like two feet of it already into me. I was breathing a constant flow of poppers as his cock pushed past my inner sphincter and further. When he stopped his stomach and balls were right on my backside and his cock was so thick that there did not seem to be any spot inside me that was not full.

He pulled out and I squealed like a girl his hand rubbed my back as if to say don’t worry you will get more. He grabbed on to my bra strap for leverage and pushed right back into me. I was loosening up and felt proud than I could take ten or eleven inches with pleasure and no pain. As he was pounding me, I looked up and here was Stacey looking me in the eyes and mouthing WoW. She had pulled up her skirt and was fingering herself. She must have seen the pleading look on my face and moved to a position where I could get my mouth onto her pussy.

As I was eating her I noticed that she was quite wet. I realized why when she said, can you taste Daddy’s cum? As I realized that I was eating Daddies cum out of Stacey’s pussy, I felt Zack tense up and start to shoot load after load into my pussy. Zack pulled out and Stacey moved around to kiss me.

As we were kissing, Zack pushed his cum covered cock between our engaged lips. Zack gave me a little pat on the back tweaked Stacey’s breasts and told us to use his bathroom to clean up. Stacey and I worked on each other’s makeup got ourselves back in shape and dressed to go back to the bar. On the way, we ran into Terri, John, Paul and Daddy who told us that we were on the way back to the resort for some more crossdressing action.

When we got to the resort, the parking lot was almost full. We had a bit of a walk from the car to the lobby and there were quite a few people around. Walking in those 5 inch heels, I was enjoying being seen. Through the lobby and into the resort, we saw Crossdressers of all kinds, some Drag Queens, One Latino Gurl who had breast implants that looked real and quite a few older Gurls of all shapes and sizes. Most of all however, were the huge crowd of naked men and beautiful cocks.

Stacey, Timminii and I decided to head back to my room to pee and redo our makeup. All the peeing done and the makeup perfect, we smoked a joint and walked back to the party. People were dancing and singing and there were a lot of the gurls on their knees sucking cocks. As I was looking for a contender to put his cock into my red painted mouth, Paul walked up behind me rubbed his hard cock against the back of my leather skirt ad reached around me to caress my breasts.

He whispered into my ear that he would like to go back to my room to smoke a joint. I could not say yes fast enough and off we went. On our way there we saw John who decided to join us. We got into my room found a couple of joints and I suggested that we sit just outside my room to smoke to obey resort policy. John, rubbed that big black cock and said sure but you are too dressed.

They helped me off with my blouse and skirt. So dressed in my red silk panties, my red see through bra, Balgat Escort stay up nylons and my 5 inch heels I sat outside on John’s knees as we smoked. Paul moved a second chair facing us and we smoked the two joints. We took turns taking a drag and kissing the smoke into each other’s mouth.

The joints finished, John moved me off his knees and push my head towards Paul’s cock, I was pretty high by then and did not care that I was about to suck Paul’s cock on my knees right outside the door to my room. I felt John pull my panties aside and try to fuck me but with no lube that was not going to work. He reached around me and put his fingers in my mouth alongside Paul’s cock. Holding my breast in one hand and my lips in the other he picked me up and carried me inside.

Paul climbed up on the bed, his back on the pillows. John got the lube and the poppers and got in place behind me. As John was preparing to put that big cock into me, I slowly took Paul’s cock into my mouth. I licked at the head and got a bit of precum before putting the head between my lips. I sucked slowly on the head and then as I was about to start down the shaft, John used a finger to shut one of my nostrils and put the open bottle of poppers to the other side. I was slowly sliding my mouth over Paul’s hard cock and every breath that I took I got a hit of the Blue Boy poppers.

I was floating in a world of sensuality and submissiveness when John decided to drive his cock all the way into my pussy. Of course about an hour ago, I was being rammed by Zack and John although big, was not as huge as Zack. In he went and with each stroke, pushed my mouth up and down on Paul’s cock. After a few minutes like that, John pulled out and pulled me off of Paul’s cock. John lay down on the bed and told me to get on top of him. He was quite far down on the bed and I thought that I was in danger of falling off backwards.

I straddled him and leaning back, almost falling off the bed, I managed to get his cock back inside of me. He pulled my face down and we kissed. His cock was big and even leaning forward to kiss him it was still all the way inside. I thought that I was in heaven. He pulled his tongue out of my mouth and gave me the poppers, saying hold on your going to need these. I took a hit and felt Paul putting more lube on John’s cock and on my pussy. His fingers working into me alongside Johns cock. That was starting to stretch me and make me feel full.

Paul reached around me to squeeze my breasts and pushed the poppers to my nose again. As he did that I could feel his cock trying to push in to me right beside John’s. Now I knew why they had pushed to poppers on me so hard. I was about to be double penetrated for the first time. I could feel Paul’s cock push against John’s looking for a way in. Just as I thought it was not going to work, I felt John pull out a little bit and on its way back in Paul’s was pulled in as well. I had John’s big cock all the way inside me and Paul’s head was inside with it.

It was not comfortable at first but as Paul slowly moved around, I could feel him getting further and further inside. I started to loosen up and the uncomfortable feeling gave way to pleasure and ecstasy. I was kissing John and being fucked by two cocks inside me at the same time when I noticed about 5 or 6 guys and gurls standing beside the bed watching.

That beautiful Latino gurl pulled up her dress and knelt on the bed beside us caressing her nice sized cock and presenting it to my mouth. I turned my head and took it in my mouth. The position was awkward but she was ready to cum. I was able to take some of the cum stream in my mouth but most of it landed on John’ chest. An older guy took her place and just jerked off onto John’s chest and a guy not to convincingly dressed was on my other side. His cum also landed on John’s chest. John, put his finger into the 3 pools of cum, mixed them together and put his finger into my mouth.

I was in a place that I had never been before, Both John and Paul fucking me at the same time and John’s fingers putting a mixture of 3 other loads into my mouth with his fingers. John surprised me in that once he had cleaned all the cum off of his chest and into my mouth, he pulled my lips to his and eagerly kissed me sucking my tongue and some of the cum into his mouth. Has he did that he tensed up a bit and blew a big load of cum into my boi pussy. Paul pulled out and came beside us, put his cock between our lips and added his cum to the 3 loads that we were snowballing.

With all the poppers and about 3 joints I was out of it. I fell off John and lay on the bed makeup messed up my panties pulled off to one side and my arms and legs askew. I felt a few others cum on my chest and face and fingers putting the cum into my mouth but I could not stay awake any longer.

I woke up around 9 am laying on the bed in bra, panties and the black nylons with cum in me and on me. I realized that I had a very good time but it was now time to wash up, pack up and get to the airport. My Crossdressing vacation was over but there would be another one in the not so far distant future.

On the way to the airport, was the first news that I heard about the COVID 19 pandemic, I got on the plane and got home but the stay at home orders were just starting and as I write this we are right into the mess.

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Margo and I have been married for a little over five years now. As with most married couples our love life has cooled a bit from that sex-crazed first few years. I’ve been relying more and more on porn to satisfy my sexual urges. I’ve watched my tastes in porn migrate from the mundane guy on girl vanilla porn to more and more exotic genres. I’ve gotten into more things like glory holes and forced bi kind of stuff. Not that I have any desire to experiment with another man, but for some reason the idea of sucking a cock has become a more central part of my porn leanings. I have kept my porn and masturbation activities from Margo as I am not sure that she would understand nor accept them.

Lately I have had the feeling that maybe she is cheating on me. I don’t have any direct evidence, but her demeanor in bed has become a little more aggressive and frequent. She would occasionally initiate sex, but lately it’s like she can’t get enough and she has jumped me more than ever.

It was her idea for us to take a vacation to an expensive luxury tropical island resort. She said that we needed to get away from it all and go where no one knew us and we could just cut loose. The resort had a small private island about 100 yards offshore that had a small beach hidden from view of the resort.

It was known for nude sunbathing. We decided to paddle out to check it out. When we got to the secluded beach there was only one person there, an attractive man lying naked on his stomach.

As we came into his view he looked up and greeted us with a smile. “I was wondering if I was going to be the only one here today. Welcome.” He gave a look at my wife that sort of gave me the indication that they had met before. He nonchalantly rolled onto his side facing us to expose a cock that was bigger soft than mine is erect. He simply smiled at us and said “hi, I’m William. You do know it’s rude to be clothed here when others are naked right?”

My wife just looked at me, smiled and took off her suit, and got down on the blanket next to him.

When she reached out and grabbed his cock I shouted “what are you doing??”

“Relax, we are on vacation and no one knows us here and William so nicely invited us. Why don’t you join us?”

Next thing I know I am naked lying next to her watching Demetevler Escort while she strokes his growing cock. I was in shock when she gets between his legs and leans in to start licking the head of his cock

I can’t believe what I am seeing. She has been faithful to me throughout our marriage and always a bit of a prude yet here she was sucking a complete stranger’s cock right in front of me!

“Oh honey, this is amazing. Come here and feel how hard this thing is.” She reached over and pulled me closer and placed my hand on his cock. I held it while she went back to sucking it.

I was in a trance as I started to jack him in rhythm to her head bobs. His cock really was amazing.

“You’ve got to taste this” as she pushed my head towards William’s monster. The world was spinning as I felt like I was watching the three of us from above and not really part of what was happening on the blanket. I instinctively opened my mouth as she guided it past my lips. Now it was her turn to stroke it while she pushed my head deeper onto his shaft with her other hand.

I started to get into a rhythm bobbing up and down, trying to get a little further with each down stroke. Soon I could feel his cock getting even harder and then he moaned and grabbed the back of my head

Even though I knew what was coming, I was surprised by how much cum erupted into my mouth.

“Don’t swallow honey, I want to share”

After we finished sharing his sweet cum I realized what I had just done and jumped up in embarrassment

I had never wanted to give another man a blowjob but I got so caught up in the moment that I did it without even thinking. Now all kinds of thoughts raced through my head: Am I gay? Did I subconsciously want to do that?

“It’s OK honey, I am so turned on that you just did that. That was the hottest thing I ever saw.” I noticed that she had his still erect cock in her hand and was slowly stroking it

When she climbed on top of him and guided it into her pussy I just couldn’t believe it.

Through this whole thing William hadn’t said anything.

He told her “Spin around”, and to me, “get down there and lick her clit and my balls”. When I hesitated he stared me in the eyes and said “NOW!”

I Otele gelen escort did as I was told

I alternated between her pussy and his cock and balls, tasting their combined flavors. When he was close, he pulled out and said “I want to cum in your mouth again”

I immediately plunged my mouth down on his cock as he erupted another huge blast of cum.

“Show me before you swallow it. I want to see you play with it”. Like a little puppy dog trying to please his master I did what I was told.

When we were finished he stood up and put on his swim trunks and before he got in the water to head back to the resrt he told us “OK, I like you two. That was fun. If you’re up for it we can make this trip even more memorable for you. For the rest of your stay here you will both do whatever I tell you and be ready for me whenever I wish. Are you game?”

We both looked at each other and mindlessly nodded in agreement as he swam back.

That night as were ready to go to bed we had a long talk about what happened that day. My wife asked me how I felt about it and I told her I was both ashamed and embarrassed but that it also turned me on more than I would have expected. She said “that makes sense. I kind of expected that”. Her response made me think, but I just left it.

The next day we went around like typical tourists enjoying all the things the resort had to offer. We never saw William.

Right after dinner when we returned to our room we found a note that had been slipped under the door. “Come to my room at 10:00. The door will be open. Strip naked and Michael, you sit silently on the chair. Margo will wait on her knees facing you. When I enter neither one of you will speak. Be prompt.”

Of course we showed up at exactly 10:00 and did as instructed. We waited for what felt like hours but was probably only ten minutes before William arrived. Without saying anything, he walked over to us, pulled his cock out of his pants and shoved it into my mouth. He told Margo to start sucking my cock at the same time.

What an incredible feeling to have my mouth stuffed with his marvelous cock while mine was being sucked by my loving wife.

It wasn’t long before I felt those familiar stirrings and I knew I was Balgat Escort about to cum. Just then without warning William grabbed my head and held it still as he began to fill my mouth. As the first jet pumped into my mouth I tensed and started to do the same.

It was the most intense orgasm I ever had.

“Margo, give Michael a kiss and share all of his load so he has both of them in his mouth. Michael, you are to hold it in your mouth until I tell you that you can swallow. You may play with it if you wish,”

“OK Margo, now get me hard so I can fuck you.” She did as she was told. They fucked for quite a while as I sat there mesmerized with a mouthful of cum.

When he was ready to cum he called me over and placed the head of his dick in my mouth and pumped out another load.

“OK, now you can swallow. Make sure not to spill any.”

When I had gulped down the cum, Margo got up and called for room service. When she sat back down William looked at her and said, “What do you think Margo, did we make him a cocksucker?”

WHAT??!! Have I just been set up? WTF is going on? Margo saw the look of astonishment on my face and started to explain what was going on. “Honey, I love you madly but our sex life has been a little stale lately. One day a few months ago I was looking for a website on your laptop and I came across your browser history. It took me a while to process all the gay blowjob porn that you have been viewing. I met William around that time and we had immediate chemistry and we started to have an affair. I don’t want to leave you and I hope that you feel the same. When I shared your viewing habits with him he suggested that maybe we should give you a safe way to experiment to see if it was something that you would try in real life and not just in fantasy. Well, I think we all know how that turned out.” “So William, I think his training is almost complete.”

Just then there was a knock on the door. I started to get up to get dressed but William commanded me to stay where I was. When the waiter came in Margo told him that she had a very special tip for him. She guided him over to stand in front of me (I was still on my knees), unzipped him and pulled out his cock.

“OK honey, show us what you learned.”

Without hesitation I pulled his growing cock into my mouth and got to work. It wasn’t long before he cried out and flooded my mouth with a large, sweet creamy load of cum.

As the waiter left (very happy might I add) Margo turned to William and said, “Yeah looks like we made him into a great little cocksucker, although he obviously really wanted it as he is a natural.”

“So, what’s next?”

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Girl Meets World – Girl Meets FoursomeGirl Meets World – Girl Meets FoursomeTakes Place During: Girl Meets Semi FormalIt was a beautiful night in New York City. The semi-formal dance has just ended at John Quincy Adams Middle School and Riley enters her neatly decorated room in her apartment with Maya, Lucas and Farkle. With Auggie spending the night at his friend’s house and Riley’s parents, Cory and Topanga, are out hanging out with Shawn, Katy, Eric and Jack, Riley has the whole place to herself.”Tonight was really fun.” Riley said.”Aren’t you glad that you got to dance with me for a slow dance?” Lucas asked.”Yeah. I really liked the last dance.” Riley said as she sits down next to Maya right by the bay window while Lucas and Farkle join them. Lucas sits down next to Riley and Farkle sits down next to Maya and throws his arm around her.”It’s great that I got a chance to dance with my beautiful blonde angel.” Farkle said as he smiled at her.”Well, I have to admit Farkle. You’re a pretty good dancer.” Maya said.”And you look really beautiful in a red dress. You’re my beautiful devil in a red dress and Riley is Lucas’ beautiful angel in white.” Farkle said.”Yeah. Riley, you look really beautiful.” Lucas said as Riley blushed right in front of him while Farkle and Maya are busy watching them.”If only this night could get any better. It would be really magical.” Riley said.”Really? Like what?” Lucas asked as Riley moved closer to him.Riley smiled at him and leans in and presses her lips against his, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. After the kiss, Lucas smiled at Riley and embraces her and kisses her passionately. Farkle turns to Maya and stares at her as he leans in closer towards her with his lips puckered while Maya moved her hand up to his mouth to block the kiss.”Forget it, Farkle. It’s not happening.” Maya said.”Oh, come on. Just one kiss on the lips. You won’t be disappointed.” Farkle said.”Farkle, there is no way in hell that I’m going to….” Maya was cut off by Farkle kissing her on the lips.Maya tried to push Farkle away from her but she couldn’t because she began to enjoy the kiss. Riley wraps her arms tightly around Lucas’ neck while Lucas wraps his arms around Riley’s waist. His tongue runs across Riley’s bottom lip just begging for entrance. Riley gives Lucas permission to enter her mouth as the handsome Texan slips his tongue inside her. Lucas moved his tongue around Riley’s mouth, trying to pin his tongue against hers.While Riley and Lucas continue their battle for tongue domination, Farkle reaches up to cup Maya’s breasts, rubbing them while making her gasp into his mouth. Farkle slips his tongue inside Maya’s mouth to try to dominate her mouth, but the blonde wasn’t ready to give up that easy. Both lovers were engaged in a battle of domination. After Lucas and Farkle finished kissing Riley and Maya, Dikmen Escort the best friend duo got up and walked over to Riley’s bed to give their men a hot show. Riley and Maya look over at Lucas and Farkle as they both moved in and kissed each other on the lips. Maya embraces Riley and kisses her harder and passionately while Lucas and Farkle watch with awe. Maya darts her tongue inside Riley’s mouth while gently playing with her growing breasts, feeling her nipples getting harder. Maya slips her hand underneath Riley’s dress and began to feel her nipples growing hard through her bra.”How are you enjoying the sight of our dates kissing each other?” Lucas asked while watching Riley having her breasts played with by Maya.”I’m enjoying this hot show. I want them.” Farkle smirks.”Easy there, buddy.” Lucas said.”Lucas, I’m getting a hard-on from watching them! I felt like doing something in front of them.” Farkle said.”What? Masturbate.” Lucas said.”Yeah.” Farkle admitted.”I feel like masturbating right in front of them too.” Lucas said.After playing with Riley’s breasts, Maya pushes Riley down on her bed while Riley watches her removing her cute red dress and her black heels. Maya was now left in her silk red bra and matching panties. Maya moved over to Riley and began to unzip her white dress and pulls it off of her while Riley kicks off her white heels. Riley was also left in her pink bra and matching panties. Maya straddles Riley and began to unhook her bra and threw it over to the bay window until it landed on Lucas.”Holy… crap.” Lucas whispered.Maya unhooks her own bra and throws it over to Farkle. Farkle catches Maya’s bra and smiled at her as Maya smiled back at Farkle and begins to kiss Riley passionately. As soon as they heard Riley breathing heavily, Lucas and Farkle began palming their cocks through their pants. They were both dying to masturbate right in front of them.”Shouldn’t we let them join in?” Riley asked in an innocent tone. Maya turns to Lucas and Farkle’s direction and watches them palming their cocks.”You two. Stop playing with your dicks and come over here and play with us.” Maya said. Maya climbs off of Riley as Lucas and Farkle walk over to the bed. Riley leans up and removed Lucas’ black jacket began to unbutton his white dress shirt.”I can’t wait to see you with your shirt off.” Riley said.”Well, I saw you naked Princess Dancing-Sunshine.” Lucas grins.”Do you have to call me that, Mad-Dog?” Riley asked as she continues to unbutton Lucas’ shirt.”Yeah. You’re my adorable princess.” Lucas said. Maya, being the impatient one, removed Farkle’s black jacket and throws it across the room and rips off his black shirt.”Oh, you naughty little minx.” Farkle said as Maya fumbles with his belt.Riley kisses Lucas’ toned body while unzipping his Eryaman Escort pants and pulling it down to his ankles. Riley began to notice the huge bulge in Lucas’ black boxers. The innocent brunette grabs the waistband of his black boxers and pulls it down to reveal his 9-inch cock.After removing every single article of clothing, Riley, Maya, Lucas and Farkle were completely naked in front of each other. Farkle lies down on the bed as Maya straddles his face while Riley moved in between Farkle’s legs and grabs his hardened 8-inch cock while Lucas is behind her and licks around her thin pink pussy lips. Riley began to kiss the tip of Farkle’s cock and licking around the mushroom-tip before taking the whole thing in her mouth. Maya moans softly as she felt Farkle licking her pussy, tasting the sweetness that flowed all over his tongue.”Oh, fuck. Farkle. Lick my pussy. Mmm. Just like that.” Maya moans.Farkle latches his mouth onto Maya’s pussy lips and gently sucks on it and plunges his tongue inside her pink wet hole. Maya moans and watches as Riley engulfs her lover’s cock and bobbing her head up and down. Riley’s moans were muffled as Lucas continues to lap at her clit.Wanting to try something new on Riley, Lucas stops licking her dripping wet slit and began to lick her tight, little asshole. Riley continues to moan from the feeling of Lucas licking her puckered hole. This gave her an inspiration to be adventurous and the kinky and naughty side took over her sweet and innocent side. Riley removed Farkle’s cock out of her mouth and moved lower by licking his perineum and down to his ass.She, the adorable brunette, began rimming Farkle while she wraps her hand around his cock and pumps harder, feeling his pre-cum leaking all over her hand. Farkle grabs Maya’s thighs and starts rimming her. The horny blonde began to play with her drenched flower while grinding on Farkle’s face, making him lick her ass.”Fuck!” Maya cries as she plunges her fingers inside her dripping wet hole.Riley spits on Farkle’s ass and continues to lap at his hole, making Farkle moan into Maya.Lucas starts stroking his cock while lapping at her ass. Lucas spits on the palm of his and continues to jerk himself off, and moaning to the sensation of his own saliva coating his member. After finishing their oral assault on each other, Maya climbs off of Farkle’s face while Riley moved away from Farkle and lies down on her back. Maya climbs on top of Farkle and lines up his cock in front of her entrance while Lucas positions himself in front of Riley and rubs the tip of his cock up and down on her wet slit and teases her ass for a bit before he proceeds to fuck her. Lucas slips his hardened member inside Riley nice and slow while Maya eases Farkle’s cock and began to slowly ride him.”Lucas.” Esat Escort Riley moans.Maya sped up her pace as she begins to ride Farkle nice and fast. Lucas could hear Maya and Farkle’s breathing getting heavier as the young genius continues to fuck the blonde rebel in the cowgirl position.”Harder, Mad-Dog.” Riley moans.Lucas thrusts harder and deeper inside Riley’s pink hole. Maya sticks her middle finger inside Farkle’s mouth for him to suck on it for a couple of minutes until her finger is nicely coated with his saliva. Maya sticks her fingers inside her tight ass and began to finger fuck herself while being fucked by Farkle. Both boys enjoyed the sound of their girl’s pleasurable moans. Riley began to feel Lucas’ balls slapping against her pussy. Then, an idea popped into Farkle’s mind.”I want you…. to be on top…. of Riley.” Farkle breathes.Maya climbs off of Farkle as she starts to climb on top of her brunette best friend and began to lick her clit. Riley continues to moan cutely from the feeling of Lucas fucking her and Maya eating her out. Feeling left out of the action, Farkle moved behind Maya and pushes his cock inside her. Riley grabs Maya’s thighs and proceeds to lick her clit while licking Farkle’s cock while Maya mimics the actions of Riley.”God, Riley. Your pussy is so wet. Lucas said. The handsome Texan lifts Riley’s leg up and brought his mouth closer to her foot and began to suck on her toes.”Riles, your toes look so delicious.” Lucas pants as he licks around Riley’s pretty toes. Farkle licks his thumb and slips it inside Maya’s tight asshole.”Let’s switch girls.” Lucas said.The two pulled out of Riley and Maya as Farkle points at the window seat for Riley and Maya could go to. Lucas goes behind Maya and Farkle goes behind Riley.”Think you can handle it, Ranger Rick?” Maya grins.Lucas slips his cock inside Maya and pushes deeper inside her drenched cunt while Farkle does the same with Riley. Farkle and Riley both watch Lucas and Maya getting into the rhythm. Farkle continues to pound Riley’s pussy harder while rubbing her clit at the same time. Maya leans in and kisses Riley passionately as their moans filled the room that everybody in the apartment would hear them. Farkle could feel Riley getting wetter. Maya starts bucking faster and moaned louder, she wanted to cum so badly.”Lucas!” Maya screams.”Farkle!” Riley cries.”You two want to cum for us?” Lucas asked.Maya and Riley could only nod. Lucas and Farkle were ready to shoot their load inside them. Lucas and Farkle both pushed deeper and harder into their girls until they couldn’t take it anymore. Feeling that their cocks were about to twitch, Lucas and Farkle both pulled out of Riley and Maya as the two girls get on their knees, facing their men. Riley was facing Lucas’ cock and Maya was facing Farkle’s cock. Lucas shoots his gigantic load all over Riley’s face while Farkle shoots his load all over Maya’s face and in her mouth. Some of Lucas’ cum landed in Riley’s brown locks and all over her breasts. Maya leans down and starts to lick some of Lucas’ cum off of Riley’s breasts and share it with her.”Holy cow. That was pretty hot.” Lucas said.”Yeah. It was pretty hot.” Farkle said.THE END

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It was a lazy Tuesday afternoon in dreary and rainy suburban Seattle and Tyler, a 32-year old and rather successful salesman for Brownie Points Incorporated (a radio and television sales agency), sat in his office sifting through paperwork on a deal he recently closed with a local sports bar. Tyler loosened his tie knowing he was the only member of the sales team in the office today. He was about 6’1″ and had very little body fat because his part time job as a minor league baseball umpire in the Pacific Coast League kept him in shape. Tyler spends most of his weekends on the ball fields, but manages to mingle with locals at bars near his hotel after games. Needless to say, Tyler was fairly attractive but much too busy to settle into a marriage at this stage of his life.

Tyler put the paper work aside and checked his e-mail for his umpiring schedule for the following week. Salt Lake City was the destination and his flight would leave Friday morning at 7:45 AM. Tyler walked to the door of his office and marked it on his calendar – he turned around to head back to his desk when out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Starla taking a call at the front desk.

“Oops” he thought, he forgot that someone else was in the building – but it’s only the receptionist so he can leave his tie loose for now.

Starla was a 19-year old college co-ed who just started last week. She’s a sophomore majoring in Behavioral Psychology with a minor in Technical Writing. She had just finished her freshman year at Oregon State University and came home to find a job that would help pay for the fall semester. Tyler had met her when she started last Friday but had been too busy to converse with her since then.

Tyler took one image of her in his head while walking back to his desk.. the beautiful smile and slight blush she was making while staring at her computer and talking on the phone. It had been a slow day at the office and she hadn’t taken too many phone calls but was hard at work taking messages for his five sales associates who were visiting clients that afternoon.

The image stuck with Tyler and his curiosity got the best of him… “What is it she’s blushing at? What can possibly be putting her in such a chipper mood on a day like today?” he thought to himself. Tyler flipped on the “Carnivore” system that he had downloaded off a site one day to spy on an ex-girlfriend’s computer. He linked into Starla’s (just across the office) and was surprised to see her chatting with a fellow who apparently lived in Anchorage. “Maybe she knows him from school..” he quandered. Either way, he was suspicious and a bit rattled that the new receptionist was chatting while on the job for merely her third day.

Tyler snooped through her dialog box and noticed that their conversation was fairly steamy. He assumed – at that point – that the guy in Anchorage must be her boyfriend. After all, in his college days, his girlfriend lived on the East Coast during the summer and their only connection that they could afford was U.S. Mail.

Tyler zapped back to reality and thought about confronting Starla “just to keep her on her toes” for when things got busy. He wasn’t quite sure how he was going to approach her. He looked back to her dialogue box and suddenly they were swapping stories with each other. These stories could have been actual tales from OSU – but he considered that Starla’s interest in creative writing might inspire her to write a tale or two of the nature he was reading.

He surely had no idea how to approach her at this point, but that was merely an afterthought after he allowed his senses to take over and realized he himself was becoming slightly turned on. Tyler walked to the office door and shut it, then sauntered back to his computer and continued reading. Tyler’s urge got the best of him and he let his hand wander down to his pelvic area and massaged himself ever so slightly while reading Starla’s vivid description of a game of Strip Poker gone awry.

This scene stayed the same for about 3-minutes until he heard a knock on his door. Tyler quickly jumped up into his chair and shouted, “Come on in”. Starla entered and quickly inferred that Rodger (the sales guy one office over) had just cut a deal with the downtown casino that set the company over its monthly quota. Tyler asked if Rodger wanted to talk to him but Starla explained that Rodger wanted her to spread the word because he had to get back to the meeting to close the deal. Tyler thanked her.

Starla was about to exit his office when she noticed his face was slightly flushed (red) and he was sweating a bit. “Are you Anadolu Yakası Escort feeling alright today Tyler? You don’t look all that good. Can I get you some coffee?” Tyler nodded and she bolted out the door to the coffee machine.

“What do I do now?” he asked himself. He felt like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar even though Starla never saw his computer monitor.

Starla came back in and set the coffee on his desk right next to the computer. Seeing a bit of sweat still falling near his ear, she said “Hey, I know I’m new here, but I am a Psych major and would love to offer some advice if anything’s ever bothering you. I surely hope you feel better Tyler. I’ll be here for another hour or so until I clock out.” Tyler smiled and said, “I’m afraid there’s not much hope for what’s bothering me, but I appreciate the offer.”

Tyler’s admittance to being bothered by something set Starla’s curiosity into stride. “Ty, the phones are fairly quiet right now, so talk to me!” she exclaimed. Starla invited herself to grab a seat on the edge of Tyler’s desk – at which point Tyler nearly had a heart attack. He realized she had a pretty face, one that looked angelic… round, soft, and innocent making her look not a day over 17 Years Old – but never had he found time to admire the new gal’s figure. She stood just over 5’3″ with a darker, almost Puerto Rican complexion, dark brown hair, and big puppy-dog hazel/brown eyes that could make a Hershey’s bar melt in its wrapper; firm, round breasts – nicely rounded hips, and an ass that made his knees weak just sitting down! This was also the first chance he had all day to admire the relatively short skirt she wore that rode up half way above her knees to the top of her thigh while she sat on his desk.

Tyler looked her in the eyes and stuttered, “I guess I’m in a bind because” – Starla stopped him and looked down seeing the bulge in his pants, “Oh my Tyler, is this a bad time for me to be in here?” He replied “not at all Starla; I have to admit that I am thoroughly impressed with your writing abilities. By orders of the VP, I was asked to monitor your computer to make sure you didn’t have the problems our last receptionist did. She was let go for transferring viruses through our computer system while taking a break from answering phones.”

Starla was shocked “Oh my, I had no idea you were spying on me… I guess I’d be terribly offended and upset normally, but judging from the reaction it’s caused you, I guess I’ll take THAT as a complement.”

Tyler felt defenseless. “Starla, I know I risk lawsuits beyond belief when I say this, but your writing sent my mind into a frenzy, and your figure sitting on my desk is sending the rest of me into overdrive right now. I’m not sure you should be in he-” ** she put a single finger over his mouth and said “Tyler, stop while you’re ahead of yourself honey.” She jumped up from the desk, went to hers and turned on the voice mail, and then came back into his office and shut the door.

She walked every so slowly leaving Tyler’s eyes in a trance. The sight of her glistening well-toned legs caused the bulge in his pants to reappear as she walked seductively to him – and behind his chair while wrapping an arm around his neck and chest and leaning over to his ear whispering, “You’ve had a pretty strenuous day as it is, why don’t you just sit back and relax and let me work the stress out of you.” Tyler about lost his mind at this point. She began unfastening the buttons of his shirt when he put his hand over hers and forced her to stop. “Dear, as great as this dream is turning out, I would be in sheer ecstasy if I could taste you; your sweet, young, innocent looking body.” Starla blushed and thought to herself “and I’m getting paid for this?” When it came to sex, she was the most selfish person she knew. She had only given head twice before (to her boyfriend at Oregon State), but had let a select amount of guys please her over the last couple years.

Tyler fingered her hair and licked the outside of her ear. She took the initiative to swing herself around the chair and sit on his lap while he traced an “S” on her earlobe. She tasted succulent. It had been 7-years since he had pleasured a girl this young and beautiful, he almost felt like pinching himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

Tyler traced a line of wetness from her ear to her neck and nibbled right below her collarbone. Starla let out a soft moan and closed her eyes while biting her bottom lip. Tyler used his tongue to massage her throat before nibbling on her chin and parting her lips Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan with his tongue. He tongue wrestled the beautiful co-ed while taking his finger and slowly sliding the shoulder strap of her shirt off her arm leaving her tank top clung to her breasts. The passionate kiss lingered on until Starla broke off and crossed her arms (as only a female can do) and guided the stretchy material over her mounds – throwing it towards the door where it caught itself on the doorknob. Starla’s top was tight enough that she didn’t feel the need to wear a bra. Tyler’s eyes enlarged to the size of saucers as he took in the aura of her perfectly shaped breasts. He squeezed one of the nipples ever so gently while locking his lips with hers again. Luckily his desk was cleared (paper work set off to the side) except for his computer. He got up from his chair and laid her over her desk so her legs hung over with her butt on the edge of the desk. He broke away from the kiss and worked his way back to her neck. Starla constantly reassured him of his actions by emoting soft moans from deep with-in her bounty.

Tyler used one hand to feel her right leg tracing lines from her knee to her thigh while his nibbling adventures worked their way down from her neck to her right breast. He licked around the base of the symmetrical shape and stopped to take a deep breath when he settled in the valley of the two perfectly shaped mounds. How wonderful she tasted and how beautiful her young skin smelt. He licked a line from the top of her chest, down below her breasts – and around the left one before tracing the sides of the top of her left breast and eventually working his way to the rose-colored peak. He licked circles around the nipple before taking his 2 top and bottom teeth in the middle of the mouth and nibbling on the bud. Finally he gave in and took the rest of the top of her breast in, sucking and licking circles while drawing moans from Starla and feeling her legs wrap themselves around his fully clothed waist.

Starla cried, “Oh god, that feels so good. I can’t take much more of this!” Tyler continued massaging her nipple with his tongue while bringing one hand up to massage the right breast and using the other hand to unbutton the skirt that she wore tightly around her hourglass figured hips. After he felt the last button fall to the desk, he took his hand out and felt the dress fall onto his hand. He finished with one last lapping of her nipple by his tongue before tracing another wet path from the nipple just below her breast and into the swell of her stomach right above her belly button. He traced it down and moved his head to the side of her stomach into her kidney area… he felt her breaths increase in frequency and the moans become deeper and deeper. He licked the side of the ribs (above the kidney) and nibbled a bit before tracing his tongue back to her belly button and letting his tongue dive into the button. Her rapid breaths continued as he tried to move his head to her stomach that pulsated with every breath she took. He darted his tongue into her button one final time before beginning another trace southbound. He licked his way over her bladder and moved to the side of her pelvic area to lick and kiss and suck the skin surrounding the pelvic bone. She arched her back slightly as she became increasingly frustrated at the need of a release. He traced a wet tongue back across the area over her bladder just centimeters away from the hidden treasure.

She wore a black and orange bikini (this was the first time he noticed) with “Beavers” (Oregon State’s nickname) written across the front. He let his senses take in the surroundings and breathed in a solid gasp of a smell that made his knees even weaker… He could smell her juices as he moved his head around her hips and pelvic area taking in the sweet smell of the young Lolita. His nose became fixated to her crotch as the aroma nearly knocked him out – surely he became a little dizzy.

At this point, Tyler decided to work out a kinky mini-dream that he had always wanted to try with his college girlfriend. Her breaths stayed rapid after his 45-second nasal analysis of the vixen. He leaned over the right side of her pelvis and took the elastic top of the bikini between the same 4 teeth he used for her nipples and dragged it a little bit down her right thigh. Then he moved to the other side of the bikini and repeated the action taking it down her left thigh. He repeated this action until the elastic band was below her crotch leaving her neatly shaved treasure staring him in the face. Escort Anadolu Yakası The aroma was making him very dizzy and his body had gone into overdrive again at the sight and smell of Starla. He used his hands to help pull the rest of the panties below her butt (which was easy to do because she arched her back in preparation for him to finish her off) and then put his hands on the edge of the table to balance himself. He took the panties between his teeth again. He slid them down the rest of the way without a problem and pulled them past her feet and off her body. He yanked his head back and the panties covered his face. He inhaled one deep breath, which he would savor for a lifetime.

He opened his mouth and dropped them on his chair – then he gathered her left foot and took her big toe into his mouth. He suckled each of the toes on her foot causing her breaths to increase in succession again. After licking every curve of the sole of her foot and her salty tasting toes, he darted his tongue out and traced a line from her ankle – up her left leg to her knee. He continued the journey up her thigh as she instinctively tensed up and attempted to lock his head with her thighs. He took his hands and motioned for her to turn over. Starla was confused at what was happening but obeyed his odd command.

Tyler ducked as she repositioned herself with her hips on the edge of the desk and her legs still flailing off. Tyler licked the back of her thigh and used a finger to trace up the other thigh just an inch below her moistened lips. He ventured up farther and licked her cheek in circles… occasionally kissing it and sucking in a bit of the perfectly round flesh. He continued to massage her ass with his tongue working cheek to cheek for over 5-minutes. Starla finally quivered and he felt her body tense up as if she was about to finally emit her orgasm she so desperately craved. He stood up tall and leaned over to her face – he whispered “Do this for me” – licked her ear – and then got down on his knees and laid down on his back next to his desk.

Starla tried to get off his desk and as her feet hit the floor, her knees gave out and she fell atop him. She re-positioned herself and crawled on top of his fully clothed body. She unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and worked her naked body to the top of his chest resting her aching pussy on his ribs. Tyler had the most stargazed look on his face as he looked up and saw her glorious figure mounting him. On her knees already, she crawled up closer to his chin and rubbed her soaking wet lips on his chin allowing him to feel her folds while ingesting the aroma that made his mind spin out of control.

She finally crawled up a little further and dangled her crotch a couple inches above his eagerly awaiting mouth before composing herself and taking a seat on his face.

Tyler was in heaven. He let his tongue dart out and split the outer folds of her pussy while slurping up the juices that streamed like a waterfall into his mouth. Starla’s body began bucking while her breathing picked up to near record paces. She moaned quietly but strongly as Tyler tongued out the insides of her luscious labia. His magic wand searched every forbidden area of her treasure sending vibes up her body and intense pleasure to her groin. He finally reached her clitoris and tongued circles around the engorged nub that pulsated to the rhythm of his dancing tongue. He sucked on the clit and tongued circles around it for a short time until Starla’s legs tightened up again and her body convulsed into a mind-blowing orgasm emptying her juices all over his mouth and face. He slurped as much as he could while letting the rest soak into his face. Starla must have reached 3 to 4 orgasms within a 2-minute period of ecstasy while riding his tongue. Tyler looked defeated as he lay there drenched in her fluids making no attempts to interfere with the wave of powerful release she was experiencing; instead he enjoyed the reward that he worked so hard for. Finally her body became limp and she fell backwards with her butt resting just above his chin and her head cushioned by the top of his toes.

After reviving themselves a few minutes later, Starla and Tyler dressed themselves back up and glanced at the clock. It read 4:40, they were supposed to have left 10-minutes ago. Starla smiled as she reached for her purse and proclaimed to Tyler, “That was the most amazing set of orgasms I’ve ever had in my life, I hope you’ll enjoy reading about them as much as I’ll enjoy writing about them tomorrow. Just remember, every great story has a sequel to follow it!”

Tyler, in a daze still after the most incredible 40-minutes of his life, nodded and embraced her. After she left, he walked back into his office to clean up. Much to his surprise, the panties remained on his chair. He tucked them into the drawer of his desk and locked up his office knowing that the summer had just began and he didn’t ever want it to end.

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I walk through the door of our quaint home to find you there by the couch waiting for me. You are standing there wearing a black tank top and skirt, your hair put up in a ponytail revealing your neck and shoulders. You smirk as you open a beer taking a large sip of the cold golden beverage while closing the gap between us. You hand me the bottle and as I finish it off you set it down on the coffee table.

You wrap your arms around me as you softly press your wet lips to mine. We both pull back to see that look in each others eyes and on pure instinct we lock lips again this time our tongues massaging and exploring. I reach around cupping your ass with both hands before lifting you up. Instantly your legs wrap around me as our deep kiss continues, our lips pull apart and I begin to kiss your neck starting at your collarbone. Working my way slowly up behind your ears, I whisper “I love you” and nibble on your ears.

You now unwrap your legs and begin to kneel on the plush carpet tugging and pulling at my belt and zipper. You slide my pants and boxer down over my knees and finally casting them aside you flick your tongue on the head of my cock. I shudder as you Anadolu Yakası Escort run your tongue up the length of my now hard cock before quickly taking the head between your soft lips. You look up at me as you run circles around the head my body shivering at the sensation. You now slide further down the shaft taking inch by inch into your warm mouth till you hit the very bottom sending waves of pleasure through me.

Not being able to take much more I stand you up and in one fluid motion scoop you into my arms. I carry you in to the bedroom placing you there on the bed admiring the site of you there as i remove your tank top and bra while kissing you again. I watch as your tits release from the bra then i suck on a nipple running my tongue around and across it before moving to the next. I kiss and lick down your belly while sliding your skirt and panties off throwing them to the floor.

I grab your legs and pull you to the edge of the bed your ass barely hanging on. I kneel down to kiss your knee working my way up your inner thigh kissing and nibbling up to your pussy. Once there I run my tongue up the wet folds of skin before Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan stopping to flick your clit. I start to suck on it while dragging my tongue across it and around it feeling it get harder. Now that I have you really wet I slowly insert a finger inside you sliding it in and out pressing it against your g-spot, my tongue still hard at work.

Hearing your soft moans sends a wave of energy through me as I finger you faster working my tongue on that sweet clit and pussy until I feel your hips start to buck and your body tighten. I remove my finger, grabbing your thighs as i shake my head sideways flicking my tongue as fast as I can. Building you up to the point of release before suddenly stopping, smiling I look into your eyes but you pull my head back down wanting me to continue pleasing you. Finally, you can take no more and you cum for me long and hard as I continue to lick and suck your wetness.

I slide up to your neck and kiss your sweet lips while sliding my dick into your pussy burying my cock all the way in you. You wrap your legs around me as I start to ram it inside you. Our bodies close Escort Anadolu Yakası together, just bare skin touching and nothing but the sound of our skin smacking together fills the room. I pull out and flip you over positioning behind you as I slide back deep inside your waiting pussy. Grabbing your hips I slam into you sliding a hand around to rub your clit as the length of my cock slides in and out.

All at once your body shakes again and you begin to cum for me as i keep pace fucking you. As the last spasm stops from within you pull away from me pushing me down on my back before climbing over top of me. You reach down grasping my hardness guiding it back to your warm damp sheath. I reach up to squeeze your tits and rub your nipples while you rock back and forth riding my cock. Without warning I sit up slightly to take each nipple in my mouth before laying back down.

You interlock your hands in mine as you pick up speed bouncing on me for what seems like hours then sensing we are both close I pull you down, our chests pressed together, grabbing your ass and lifting slightly to fully expose your tight twat.I start to thrust deep inside you going faster and harder with each thrust of my hips. I reach up to softly pull your hair as we both explode in a burst of pleasure staring into each others eyes as our bodies quit shaking and the sensations wear off. Collapsing on top of me my cock still inside you our bodies spent we slowly drift to sleep not knowing more is yet to come.

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Previously on Part 1: Nearly ten years ago, Liz was in desperate need of affection and indulged with her husbands best friend, Phillip. Her husband never knew, but the marriage ended anyway. Now, she finds her self at a party and seeing Phillip for the first time in years.

That’s What Friends Are For, Chapter 2: Last Chance for Love

Ten years ago, Liz Conway cheated on her husband. Her now ex-husband, but the cheating wasn’t what caused the breakup. Not exactly anyway. It certainly didn’t help her happiness level in the aftermath. She had an affair, a one night stand with her husband’s best friend, and the sex had been excellent. Best she’d ever had; but it had also only been a one time thing.

From that moment on she had stayed away from Phillip McKenzie as much as she possibly could. At first it had been tough. The memories of their intensely erotic sex had flashed through her mind for weeks afterwards. Even now, if she thought about it she smiled and felt her cheeks flush at how crazy the whole thing had been.

Liz and her ex-husband David had held a party at their house. David went to bed early after drinking far too much and somehow she and Phillip were left by themselves after having engaged in pretty outrageous flirting all evening. Things had gotten out of hand and eventually she had found herself bent over her own table, in her own backyard, in full view of anyone who might have been around to look; bent over a table naked completely naked and being by Phillip from behind with everything he had to give her.

Now, she shook her head. She couldn’t believe she’d done that. Drunk or not, desperate for sex or not, upset with her alcoholic husband, even still; really no excuse for that kind of reckless behavior. Right there outside, in her own backyard, bent over and moaning about the huge dick plowing into her, and on top of that she still had cum in her mouth from when she’d given Phillip a blow job a few minutes before.

Outrageous is what it was. Completely outrageous. She’d begged for him to cum inside her in that backyard, and he had, flooding her body with sperm. She’d literally said to him, “I want it all, deep inside me.” To another man, outside where anyone could see, spy satellites, nosy neighbors, whoever. And then, just like that, they’d gotten dressed and he’d left. They knew they were trapped. She married, and he having just given everything he’d had to his best friends wife. They couldn’t continue.

Liz had stayed with David. She believed they could make it work. He went through periods of rehab, was sober for weeks, or months, even at one point two straight years. During that two year period she honestly thought things had changed. He was better at home, better at work, their love making was regular, if not vigorous. She started thinking now would be the right time for a baby.

She’d stayed with him for a total of 6 years after her one night stand. She’d been married to David for over a decade at that point, and then it happened again. He started drinking, worse than ever. He lost his job, became violent with her and that was it. She lost it, couldn’t put up with it anymore. She was through. One night she walked out the door and never came back, divorcing David.

She had been fed up at the time. She felt like in some ways she had wasted a decade of her life. Some of it had been good, a lot of it had been bad, and now here she was nearly 39 years old, the cold reality of 40 staring her in the face and she felt like her prime years had been blown up. Like a parking garage that had been blown up by a demolition team, just a space where some alcoholic jerk had parked for over ten years and then obliterated.

She’d dated some, had a couple relationships that lasted a few months and a few very short trysts. Trouble was most of the guys she was meeting were younger guys not really interested in anything long term, they just wanted to mess around. Which was fine, it had been fun. But as a 39 year old, trying to find a man who might maybe, possibly, want to start a family with her was… pretty slim pickings. It wasn’t getting any easier. When her divorce had been finalized she was 35 and her friends assured her she could easily start over.

Now, things were looking bleak. Most guys interested in a family in her age range either already had one, or two depending on their divorce status, or they were younger than her and looking for a younger woman their age to start a family with.

But now, here she was, being flooded with memories of Phillip. She felt feverish as she remembered what his young, muscular body had felt like on top of her, his massive dick plunging into her over and over and his mouth sucking on her tits. Here, now, these memories were rushing over her because Phillip was standing no more than 20 feet away from her for the first time in years. It felt like a lifetime had passed in some ways. While in other ways her mind seemed to recall in perfect clarity how big his dick had looked. Eight inches? Maybe? She’d Keçiören Escort been so drunk at the time and so well fucked she wasn’t sure her perceptions could be trusted. But, when she kneeled in front of him and began kissing it, sucking it, and admiring it, it had seemed truly massive. Phillip had been huge. Huge to look at, huge to have in her mouth, and definitely huge to have inside her.

She wasn’t sure why he was here after all this time. For now, she was doing her best to stay away from him until she regained control of her emotions. She was making small talk with a couple, Jenny and DeShawn over the chips and beer, chatting about the weather. The weather, how was she supposed to be thinking about the weather when her hormones were raging.

“Yea yea, the weather has been crazy, luckily Steve is having a good night for his party,” Liz said. Steve’s party, her mind began to work on the puzzle. Why was Phillip here at Steve’s party? Phillip had gone to high school with David, but Steve hadn’t, and he had never been friends with David either.

She had only met Steve herself maybe a year before her divorce. She knew Steve was a marketing director for a local branch of a big advertising agency. Phillip, she believed, worked as a floor manager for a big warehouse, or at least he did back then. Maybe Phillip and Steve met through work?

Anyway, it didn’t really matter. What mattered was Phillip was here now and she needed to pull herself together. She took a sip of beer and found him mingling with people again. He looked up and caught her eye and smiled at her. Damn, he looked good. She smiled back and then tried to casually look away and go back to speaking with Jenny and DeShawn, engaging them in their new topic of the local soccer team before another image of Phillip from a decade before could intrude on her thoughts.

“Hey, ya know, it’s a party right…. And DeShawn here is my designated driver, let’s do some shots Liz,” Jenny said giggling.

“Oh wow, really going it for it huh?” Liz said looking over at another table filled with hard liquor and items to make cocktails. “Ok sure let’s go.”

They did two quick shots of tequila and giggled over them like school girls. Liz thought about how she should probably take it easy as Jenny was a good 15 years younger than her. But, for now, what the hell. A few other people came over and joined them and within the next 45 minutes, Liz had taken four more shots. At some point, Phillip had joined them, but she stuck with Jenny and DeShawn and tried to pretend like she didn’t even notice.

It’s safe to say the 8 people that were taking shots were getting a little drunk. Liz herself had let some guy she didn’t even know, who’s name was apparently Jessie, grab a shot glass full of vodka from where she held it between her tits. She clenched it between her breasts as tight as she could, pulled her already low cut shirt down as low as she could, it’s neck line stretching to where it was just an inch above her nipples; then Jessie had leaned down with his mouth open wide and placed it around the shot glass, lifting it from between her bosom and straight up in the air so the vodka poured into his mouth.

“DIDN’T SPILL A DROP!” he screamed. Everyone cheered and clapped. Liz started laughing, hysterical. She hadn’t had this much fun in years. Within a few minutes several of the other girls were having their boyfriends or just random people taking shot glasses they held in their cleavage. It was then that she felt Phillip move up behind her and say, “I’d like to try that.”

She just barely contained herself from being startled as she turned to look at him. She’d forgotten how tall he was, and just how big he was in general. Maybe it was the booze talking but he looked 6’3, towering over her 5 foot four inch body. He’d definitely gained some weight over the years. Whereas in his 20’s he’d been all lean and slightly shredded, now he seemed like he was just overall bigger. Bigger muscles, but also more touches of body fat here and then. Still, she had to admit overall, he looked great. She wanted to eat him up like an ice cream sundae.

“Oh yea? Well, step up to the plate,” Liz said, grabbing another shot glass and pouring a generous helping of vodka. Feeling a little unsteady on her feet, she took a couple steps away from the table as the number of drunken people crowding around it was getting larger, and rowdier. She took Phillip’s hand and led him another step or two away. She glanced up at him again and looked into his eyes as he smiled down at her. “You ready big guy?”

He nodded vigorously and she pulled the neckline of her shirt down further again, making room for herself to place the shot glass between her tits. This time she stretched the neckline just a little bit further, the shirt stretched right over top of her nipples, hanging on for dear life, stretching and exposing more of her body than she had dared to just a couple of minutes. Liz Etimesgut Escort clenched the shot glass full of booze between her large breasts. Phillip stepped closer to her, pressing in close to her side as he leaned his head down, bending at his knees so that he could get low enough to place his head into her cleavage.

Liz couldn’t be sure, not in her currently inebriated state, but she was pretty sure she felt Phillips tongue roll around the edge of the shot glass, licking a circle of her breasts, before taking it into his mouth and lifting it. What she could be sure of, 100%, is that when he’d leaned down he had placed his hand on her back and slid it down her clothes, stopping at her ass and grabbing hold of it just as his mouth reached the glass.

Phillip lifted the glass from her cleavage and she felt the absence of the glass, and distinctly felt the absence of his face buried in her chest. She wanted that feeling back and her mind flashed back again to what it had felt like years ago when his face was pressed against her body, his mouth on her nipples licking, sucking and kissing.

His hand unclenched from her ass as he stood up and let the shot fall into his mouth, but his had didn’t move. It stayed planted right where it was and she felt her body flush once again as he gave her a little spank.

“Did you enjoy that?” she asked.

“Oh yea. Of course.”

“I’ll just bet you did, you little sneak.” Liz said. She moved in close to him and put an arm around his back, leaning her hips into him. “So, how have you been? It’s been a while.”

It had indeed. She hadn’t completely avoided him after their one night stand. That would have been impossible as he remained friends with David. But, when he came over she did her best to avoid being around him. She always managed to find something to do around the house, a chore that took her out of the den or away from just being around them. Or she would make a plan to be out with her girlfriends. It hadn’t been a perfect system, there had been a few times she’d had to endure being on a double date with her and David on one side, and Phillip and some woman or other on the other. To the best of her knowledge, none of those relationships had lasted very long.

She never understood why Phillip’s relationships ended. As far as she could tell, he was a perfectly good male companion and his girlfriends always seemed happy enough when they were together. But, she figured, sometimes things just didn’t work out. David had once told her that one of Phillip’s relationships had ended because he worked too much.

Liz and Phillip made small talk and caught up. They hadn’t seen each other in at least 5 years. She cursed herself for smiling a little bit when she learned that he was not married and was currently only seeing a woman very casually, someone he had met online and had gone on a few dates with. Nothing serious, he said.

She silently wondered if it wasn’t serious yet because they hadn’t had sex. She found it hard to believe that any single woman wouldn’t want to make things serious with Phillip if he fucked them the way he’d fucked her a decade ago. Once again, she remembered what it felt like being bent over a table in her backyard, Phillip’s large dick sawing in and out of her, a tidal wave of an orgasm building inside of her.

Liz felt emboldened. She pressed her body closer to Phillip, pressing the front of her body against his leg tightly and subtly grinding her sex back and forth just a little, trying to gain his attention. She saw his eyes light up in surprise and he put his arms around her.

“Maybe we should take a little walk,” Phillip said, untangling himself from Liz, grabbing her right hand with his left and walking away from the group of people that was still taking shots. On their way through the yard he grabbed two beers and popped the tops off both, then continued walking through the front yard and into the street in front of Steve’s house.

They both looked left and right down the street. Steve lived in a pretty quiet area and it was starting to get a little late. There didn’t seem to be any traffic and the nearest houses were a football field or more away.

“I think I saw a park down this way when I drove in,” Phillip said, leading her down the street to the left. He held his bottle up to her and drank a sip.

Liz didn’t want to talk about David, her ex-husband, but she felt like it was coming. She had spent enough time thinking and talking about him. She wanted nothing like that right now. She needed to change the subject.

“So…. How do you know Steve?”

Wow. Really engaging conversation, but it got the job done. She learned they had met for work, and then coincidentally met at a gym and realized they ran in some of the same circles and became friends, or at least friendly.

By the time Phillip was done talking about how work was going, they had arrived at the park he had said he passed. They Demetevler Escort were maybe 15 minutes walking distance from Steve’s house, but they could still kinda hear the thump of the music that was playing in the back yard. Liz was sure now that his neighbors would have something to say to him about the drunken loud party he’d thrown. It was nearing midnight and the park consisted of a swing set, a few picnic tables, a basketball court, tennis court, and a walking path that led into the woods. There were no lights as she led them down the walking path, looking around and trying to allow her eyes to adjust to the darkness.

The path they were on was paved and obviously meant for community runners. But she believed the chances of them running into anyone was extremely low. There were no lights, the community was small, and obviously it was very late. She felt butterflies in her stomach as Phillip reached out and held her hand as they continued walking deeper into the park.

“Sorry, I just want to make sure I know where you are, it’s so dark I can barely see,” Phillip said.

“You don’t have to make excuses to hold my hand if you’re scared,” Liz said and giggled a little. “Not as if we haven’t done more than hold hands before.”

“Yea…” Phillip said trailing off. He took a deep breath, clearly gathering himself for something. “I uhm, I don’t really regret what we did. But, I do regret it if that drove a wedge between you and David.”

“It didn’t, don’t worry. He never knew. We had a lot of other issues. He did think I was cheating on him at one point a couple years later, but I wasn’t. I just wasn’t interested in having sex with him the way that he was at the time. I thought we were going to be alright at one point. But… it just didn’t work out.”

“I’m sorry.” Phillip said, letting go of her hand.

“Don’t be sorry, at all. I knew what I was doing with you, and I loved it.” Liz reached out for him, found his hand and pulled him closer. “I needed to be with you in that moment. I needed everything you gave to me.”

She reached her hand up to his head and pulled it down to her, gently. She stood up on her toes and kissed him on the mouth. Then she slowly pulled away and started walking, still holding his hand as they moved even deeper into the wooded park.

“What did I give you?”

“Like you don’t remember?” She laughed and looked up at his handsome face, his still chiseled jawline “A good fucking for one thing. A really, really good fucking. I needed to feel loved, I needed to feel desired. I hadn’t felt that way in I don’t know how long. Haven’t since really. I wanted you so bad, and I needed that too. I needed to feel that way about a man, needed to feel crazy with desire, and I did, for you. I was overwhelmed. I would have done anything I think, I would have done anything you wanted. I wanted to consume you or something, wanted us to just mold together, I wanted everything.”

She stopped and turned to him. Facing him she pressed her body against him, looking into his eyes and feeling the bulge in his pants press against her. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”

Phillip put his arms around her and pulled her tight, “Yes. I wanted you so badly that it hurt. I … was afraid I would hurt you, because I kinda wanted to hurt you. I wanted to fuck you so hard you’d never forget it. I wanted to take you, so you’d be mine. You were so amazing, you looked so… ripe for the taking. I wanted to take you… use you like an animal. I wanted to make you come with me so I could feel that forever.”

“You wanted to run away with me?” She reached one hand under his shirt and started caressing the skin along the waistband of his pants. She could feel his hardness pressing against her torso. She wanted to touch him so bad.

“I wanted to possess you, yes. I never wanted to stop fucking you.”

Liz felt her cheeks grow hot. She slowly forced the fingers of her hand below his waistband, slowly pushing them down and running them across the soft skin hair under his pants. She reached her other arm behind him and pulled him closer, pressing her whole body to his and laying her head against his chest. She thought she could feel his heart beating.

Liz didn’t know what was going to happen, but she knew what she wanted to happen. She was prepared to take his pants off right here, right now, just like she did nearly a decade ago, and suck his big dick until he exploded her mouth with everything he had. But she hesitated. She held onto him tight and moved her hand down his pants another fraction of an inch. She wanted to see what he would do. He said that back then, he’d wanted to take her. Well, if he wanted to, he could. If he truly wanted to take her, then he would make a move.

She held her breath as she said, “Was it just about the sex?” She wasn’t sure what she wanted him to say. What if it had been just about sex for him? That had been a major part of it for her too. Part of her really wanted him to say it had been just about sex, that he wanted to use her body because she was hot and desirable; that he still wanted to take her body and use her.

Phillip reached between them and shoved her hand further down his pants and held her tight. Now her hand was firmly resting on top of his long, thick, hard dick. She could feel heat radiating from his body to her hand. It felt amazing.

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